Home.

We are finally home. When I got so sick and weak that I had to move into my parent's home, I would have never dreamed that we would be there for 7 whole weeks. I am extremely grateful for my family that did such a phenomenal job of caring for us, and I am extremely grateful to now be home again, sleeping in my own bed!

At 3 1/2 months pregnant, I am doing much better in the mornings and only get visits from the "up-chucking fairy" in the late afternoon and evening. Right now I'm bearing down for the long haul since my last pregnancy involved visits from this unwelcome fairy all 9 months. Honestly, I'm just thankful that we made it to this point.

In other baby news, I felt the first baby flutters last week and am thrilled to get to start experience the one and only thing I actually like about pregnancy. Adriana is melting my mommy heart every day with her extreme attachment to this baby. She talks to my belly repeatedly, kisses my belly, and tells me how much she loves her baby.

She'll hand me my water bottle and tell me, "This water is for the baby."

When she sees me eating she'll encourage me, "That food is going to go through the cord to the baby!"

To her, it's a "she"; no questions asked. We'll find out shortly after Christmas if she's right or needs a gentle let-down.