Well, the cat is out of the bag

We're about nine weeks pregnant! I put a little pregnancy ticker at the bottom of this blog. It shows how big baby is in fruit sizes. So cute. It's the size of a green olive this week and is now officially considered a fetus. Pretty much everyone knows by now, but if you're one of my dear co-workers reading this blog, please don't tell our other dear co-workers. I would rather NOT be the center of CP drama. I'm sure you understand. Otherwise, I've been feeling pretty sick lately, but not too sick. No throwing up yet, so that's a good sign. And my appetite for produce has slowly been coming back, which is the biggest relief ever! I hadn't been too thrilled about only wanting beef and fast food. Yuck. Although I have no problem with my daily donut craving and am quite looking forward to that little treat later today. And I positively cannot wait for a slice of my sister's wedding cake next Saturday. It's going to be glorious. I just hope I still fit into my bridesmaid dress by that time! That's all for now. There are still seven more months for plenty of pregnancy talk, so I'll try to keep it to a minimum!