The new Rut

I'm about 3 months pregnant, so I figured it's about time to mention it on our blog--especially since we're really excited about it. We're pretty in love with Seth, and part of us can't imagine that rolling the dice with our gametes again could possibly create another child as adorable as him, but we decided to give it a shot.
I was spoiled with a really easy Seth pregnancy, but this time around I've been incredibly nauseated and even throwing up. Since the baby is just as much Aaron's as mine, he kindly refers to my illness as "our nausea" (also an Arrested Development reference for you fans out there). If anybody remembers my tale from January of Seth cracking up hysterically while I was vomiting--he still thinks throwing up is hilarious. Food and cooking is usually a major interest of mine, so to lose all interest in it lately has been like losing a good friend. For several weeks, I couldn't stand anything remotely sweet. Ben and Jerry have been sitting in our freezer developing ice crystals. Seth's been eating all the nectarines. Even bran flakes were too sweet, and I just couldn't bring myself to cook dinner anymore. We've somehow survived my first trimester on bagels, crackers, and ramen, and I'm feeling much better lately.
This pregnancy has made for interesting timing with my new job. My blood pressure runs pretty low and I'm especially prone to getting faint while pregnant, which I've unfortunately already demonstrated at work. The difference is, at this hospital, when they help you to a couch to lie down, and bring you some juice--it's fresh squeezed (I'm not kidding). As nice as that is, it doesn't quite make up for the embarrassing attention.
I had to bring Seth with me to a prenatal appointment recently. He's so excited about the new Rut (actually he doesn't get it), he just HAD to lay on my chest and hold me while I got a pelvic exam. It was pretty awkward, but thanks for the support Seth. He's also obsessed with lifting up my shirt to expose my belly, and cuddling on my skin, slapping it, and throwing his weight on my belly. I've got to break him of this habit as the baby grows. I hope it's not indicative of how rough he'll play with the baby.