Pants, Puking, and Prayers

Pants
They aren't fitting too well anymore. I'm down to one pair of jeans (besides my PajamaJeans™ - no judging) and ~3 pairs of work pants. I have a few skirts that still fit, but I think I'm hiding the bump better in pants because everybody is distracted by my belt buckle and loose shirt and the sweater or jacket I'm wearing over it. That is, assuming I've eaten recently; first thing in the morning they zip up pretty well but then once I have a meal in my belly they are noticeably tighter. I suppose I could just not eat and hang onto my current wardrobe for a little while longer, but that would kind of defeat the purpose of this whole endeavor, right? I have told myself I won't buy any maternity clothes until we get a good report at my next appointment on April 25th, so we'll see how this goes.

Puking
I am pleased to report that the month of April has remained puke-free, knock on wood. However, I came about as close as I ever do on Saturday night driving back from Titanic 3D. (Again - stop it with the judging!) I was fine right up until we got in the car and then a wave of nausea hit me with about the same force as the iceberg that caused the actual ship to sink. I was going down by the head and fast, and I have no idea how I kept up the pretense that everything was fine until we said goodbye to our friends and got home. Eventually the feeling passed, but damn, this morning sickness thing is not over yet by a long shot. Overall I'm still feeling much better than I did earlier in the pregnancy, however, so I'm very grateful for that.

Prayers
Not for me (although positive vibes sent across the astral plane are always welcome and will be returned, I promise!) For several months now I've been following the story of Mare and Reid's quadruplets on her blog "Never A Dull Moment." And I have been devastated beyond words by her most recent updates - after a complicated early delivery, she has lost three daughters in recent days. I am sending prayers to every deity I can think of, and then some, for her and her family. I wish there were more I could do to help.