The first trimester of pregnancy is never very fun. Just extreme exhaustion and nauseous stomach everyday that comes from growing a human inside you. Today I had my first upset tummy turned to holding my head over the toilet bowl...all because of changing my baby's poopy diaper this morning. Yep. It was that bad. It gagged me so bad, I am glad I was changing her on the floor, because once that diaper was off and I had swiped the poo off her bum I was booking it for the bathroom. I'll be 11 weeks on Friday which means I'm almost out of first trimester hell. When I was pregnant with Eva I felt fantastic in my second trimester. My energy was back, I had a cute bump that made me look pregnant and not fat, but I wasn't so big that my whole body hurt. It was great. I'm looking forward to crossing that 12 week finish line and feeling like a human again.

Last Friday Steve and I looked after our friends 5 month baby boy. It was our first taste of having TWO babies and let me tell you....CHAOS. Liam was with us for 3 hours, but for the last hour and a half he decided that maybe he'd just like to scream. I think he was hungry, but he's all about breastfeeding, so even though my friend had pumped he was DISGUSTED that I was giving him a bottle and screamed even harder. My friend had also brought a small amount of baby cereal, which he had just recently been introduced to, but between screaming and writhing his body to get out of our arms that wasn't working so well either. Somewhere in there Eva decided she was hungry too, and while Liam was screaming, she decided she get in on the screaming action as well. Steve and I were running around, each one of us trying to calm down a baby. Both of us snapped at each other "Help me!"

When Eva was sleeping and in bed and Liam was soothed and being rocked to sleep, Steve looked at me and said "I feel sorry for you...this is going to be your life everyday when the new baby comes along".

Thanks Steve.