I didn't throw up at all during my pregnancy with the Magster. But I've only done it a grand total of two times with this pregnancy. Not major by any means. Dan thinks that more nausea is a sign that it's a boy. I think its a sign that he should carry our next child.
But in spite of the fact that I've been nauseous, I've also been hungry. I have to eat what seems like every fifteen minutes because if I don't a little drill starts drilling in my stomach and feels like I'm going to die if I don't get food. Its that feeling that leads to things like Dan finding me chomping on a blueberry muffin in bed at 3:00 on a Monday morning.
Cravings-wise, here's what I've been hankerin' for:
Pesto (and Pasta)
Einstein's Cinnamon Sugar Bagels with Strawberry Schmear
Yogurt (sprinkled with granola)
And more pesto.
And sadly, just because I've been craving it, doesn't mean I've had it. The joys of being destitute. Don't they say the 2nd trimester is better?