Magic fourteen

Today is a special day: It's the 14th of February, which means it's exactly 6 months until baby's due date. Today I also begin week 14 and it's my husband's birthday and Valentine's Day (if you care about that, I don't). Fourteen indeed. I said to Bill that we have to name our child something beginning with the 14th letter of the alphabet. N. Nora, Nova, Noah, Noel. He thinks not. We can't talk about names. We'll be lucky if our child will end up with a name at all. In other news, I've been feeling rotten the last few days. Proper vomitting. I didn't know what I was talking about when I was talking about morning sickness. This is spewing galore and I've promised my husband (and myself) a birthday dinner tonight, complete with a shower, clean hair, proper clothes (not pyjamas) and maybe even make-up. Sigh! We might change it to lunch instead, as I can't eat after 5pm and to avoid the Valentiners Diners.