Goodness! I'm even later this week! But I've got a good excuse -- actually, it's a bad excuse in that my excuse caused me lots of pain, but a good excuse in that I was in a lot of pain. At any rate, on Wednesday of this past week (week 9 for those of you keeping track) I had, like, half a migraine. On Thursday, I had, say, a 20% migraine. Y'know, more than a headache or at least different than a headache but not quite screaming agony. And then on Friday, a -- I want to take a set of pliers to my molars to relieve some of the pressure on the right side of my head, my eye is going to explode, why can't I see properly -- migraine set in. All of the baby books, medical literature, and doctor's orders stress not taking any unnecessary medications, especially during the first trimester, but if, they say, you have to take pain mediation, you can't take anything other than tylenol, which, in this situation, did absolutely nothing. So, yeah, I had a pretty shitty day yesterday, but I'm back to 20% today, so (hopefully) tomorrow I'll feel back to normal.

On to some good news! I don't seem to be moving along the yard stick at all, but I look more bulgy in places and the little tadpole has grown to the size of a grape or olive, which just seems like an incredible amount of growth from last week's pinto bean, but I guess it has to grow sometime.

My morning sickness seems to be changing a bit -- I vomited for the first time yesterday, but I think that was caused by the migraine -- I don't feel constantly nauseous anymore, but I do often feel like I'm on a boat -- especially when I'm lying down. Just a very strange sensation. So, Terrence and I went out tonight to buy some of those motion sickness wrist bands. They seems to be doing something -- I feel different, but I'm just not quite sure if I feel better.

Terrence started talking to Mr. or Ms. Olive this past week. He informed the child that it was going to appreciate good beer when it got old enough (we do live in the pacific northwest after all!). It was pretty funny, though, 'cause he looked at my tummy, started talking about beer, and then, in a very meta-situational way, started talking about wondering when he was going to start talking to my tummy.

No other news to report so far. We're still about 10 days out from our first appointment with the midwife, but when that happens we should be able to hear a heartbeat (and I'll probably get to hear that I'm gaining too much weight already, but I'm oh-so-thankful that I'm not throwing up constantly -- my mom lost 10 lbs in the first trimester from vomiting and that sort of thing is supposed to be genetic, so I'm very lucky and very happy about it).