I figured that I'd want to eat as much Korean food as possible during this pregnancy but this pig only likes Western food. Everyday I test the pig, I visualize the most delicious Korean dishes hoping to get a nice gurgle in response. So far, pig only likes noodles and seafood, particularly raw shellfish (note-I am not eating raw shellfish, I just get a favorable response from pig when I think about it). But then when I think about the teetering sandwiches, soups, piles of pasta, pig gets hysterical...I start salivating, gurgling like a water cooler. I hate to admit but I'm already disgusted thinking of the arguments Pig and I will have in the future:

Pig: Ew, what's that?

Me: It's my favorite thing in the whole wide world, daengan jjigae (bean curd stew).

Pig: Smells funny, I'm not eating it. Let Daddy/Harabuhjee/Emo/Kirby eat it. Why can't I have spaghetti?

Me: Because we had spaghetti yesterday. This jjigae contains all the stuff you like, veggies and tofu (I'm assuming).

Pig: How come Daddy's eating cereal, can I have cereal too?

And so and so forth. I feel like I should force myself to eat it...but with the nausea still lurking, I'm fearful to do anything contrary to what Pig wants.

There's a part of me that thinks well who cares, as long as he/she eats.

We back, we back, we back again

Had awful nausea and vomiting. I'm not 100 percent queasy free but at least now the mere thought of a pregnancy blog doesn't make me sick. So-called "morning sickness" is no joke...all y'all ask yourselves if you've been nice to a pregnant woman today...hint, we like cupcakes.

So according to my last sono and the ticker below, I am nearly at 13 weeks, woo-hoo! The piglet has a face, fingers and toes and is a bouncing fool. As the sono wand passed by, the kid wowed my ob and I by displaying some snazzy jazz hands. I'm happy, I mean I wasn't sure what a kid subsisting on bagels and bananas would look like, but I guess he/she likes it.

A great thing about being pregnant, I can actually refer to the piglet and myself as "we." So I can calmly announce that we are hungry, or that we would like iced green tea or we would like the A/C on without feeling selfish or petulant. Also if we find that we're having a boy piglet, I get to claim all of the usual boy excuses for everything, i.e. my pee-pee made me do it.