Now that we reached the end of the first trimster, we have decided to start letting the word out to all of our friends and family. We’ll try to keep this blog more updated since their will be more than 4 people looking at it. 
Jen and I had our 11 week appointment this week. It was all pretty routine, but we did get to hear the heartbeat for the first time. We also scheduled our sonogram to determine the sex of the baby for November 13th. All very exciting.
I have always been particular about food. (Some might even say picky, thought I don’t really think that is fair. I am just a girl who knows what she likes!) At any rate, I am a meat and potatoes kind of gal. Nothing too crazy, nothing that comes from under the sea (except tuna fish salad), plain-Jane.
Well, baby is even more particular!!! The catch-22 of this whole first trimester is that while I become terribly nauseas as soon as my tummy even starts to run out of substance, BABY HATES ALL FOOD! Yuck! The list of things I no longer eat is growing faster than the list of things I actually enjoy eating. Most of the time, I find myself forcing down something just b/c it doesn’t make me sick — about 6 times a day!
As of today, I now do not eat Moe’s – though the chips and queso are yummy the burrito is ick!!! (Sorry Ari – I hope that will pass.) In addition to burritos, I also now do not eat Digiorno pizza, Checkers (thought I never was a huge fan of Checkers, those fries looked good on TV) or ANY form of rice!
So, what do I like – cheese and chips, cheese and crackers, cheese and tomatoes, cheese and ummmm cheese! Though I do also like fresh apples, they don’t seem to fill me up!
My parents as well as my sister, husband and the kids all vent to Vineland, NJ this weekend to visit my Grandparents. Jen and I sent a card and a picture from the ultrasound with my parents. On Saturday night, we called them and had my grandmother open the card while we were on the phone. At first I’m not sure she quite understood when she saw the ultrasound picture, but once she read the card she and my grandfather were very excited.
I spoke to her again on Sunday, and she told me that the shock had worn off, and how excited she was for Jen and I. She can’t believe her “little Bobby” is going to be a dad.
Neither can I .
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