The score

Twins: 1

Zo.fran: 0

These past few days, dems been hard.  From what I've heard things get better around 15 weeks. 

So, halfway there.  

How on earth could the Twinks be giving me so much grief already?! 

The writing on the wall

Due to my intense morning all-day sickness, I've been much less vigilant about following Piglet around to make sure he's not getting into trouble.  Meaning, I just lay on the couch moaning and sighing loudly while he runs rampant, pulling on the dog's ears, taking out all the baking sheets and being generally a little naughty.  

Today I was trying to get my mojo on to go meet my awesome Thursday ladies and babies for some park play time and a walk to our favorite french bakery and Sbux. Piglet was suspiciously quiet.  Never a good sign.  I willed myself off the couch and found him at the mudroom door like this: 

While I don't love the behavior, he was so cute and proud and smart enough to conceal the offending orange crayon when he saw me that I couldn't help but laugh.  Besides, it's nothing that a M.agic Eraser can't handle, no problem.  

Maybe Piglet was trying to tell me something...the writing has been on the wall for a week now.  My nausea is not going anywhere fast and with a Piglet to police and keep in line (and snuggle, feed and entertain) I need to be at the top of my game. I caved and called my OB for a prescription.  So far the Zo.fran seems to be helping.  I'm now hurling about 42% less than before.  An improvement!