Everything STINKS!

Yep, we're back to smellin stink all the time! This weekend, the hubby and I went on a lil' retreat to Vail Colorado with his firm. It was so beautiful, a winter wonderland, and all i wanted to do (and did) was barf. The morning we left for the airport, I knew somethin was not right. We went to Mcdonalds, where they forgot to give me my 21oz orange juice with my meal (I HAVE to have my juice) and i couldn't even stand the taste of my meatless egg mcmuffin! What the heck?!? Things, as you can see, were just not off to a good start. On the way to the airport, I felt the nausea, but figured it was because I didn't have my juice. When we finally got there, my first order of biness was to get that orange juice I was so conveniently jipped from enjoying. I go to Mcd's, wait in line forevs, order my large juice with much anticipation, only to be handed a stupid, small bottle of OJ. Unacceptable! So I said nicely to the evil wench, "oh, im sorry, I ordered a large, you know, like in a cup." She looked at me like i was the dumbest person alive and said "this is all we have," in a very curt tone, which somehow, with the lack of correct orange juice and erratic emotional ups and downs, made me sad. I took my stupid orange juice, went over to meet James and his coworkers (some for the first time) and did everything in my power to hold back my ridiculous tears. Well, that didn't happen. As soon as James saw me walking up w/ my quivering lip, I heard him turn to one of his buddies and say, "oh no, they gave her the wrong orange juice." Then i approached him, told him of the evil lady, and started to cry. At this point James is, for lack of a better word, mortified. He said "honey, lets go for a walk." I knew he was embarrassed, as was I, so I went. I thought he was going to give me a lecture on maitaining a certain amount of professionalism, but he really just wanted to save me from myself. He thought it was comical/disturbing that i was crying over OJ, as did I, and just wanted to help me settle down a bit. After the "incident," things just really went down hill from there. As we were boarding the plane, i literally almost threw up in the garbage while in line. Everyone wreaked to high heaven! So much perfume! Even clean smelling people stunk (actually they're the worst)! So, after the plane ride (which I passed out on), it was time to load up on the chartered bus for the next couple of hours. To make a really long story short, i ended up tossin my cookies (literally, i had a half a cookie w/ my lunch) on the bus, in front of all James' coworkers. That really just set the tone for the rest of the trip, me sick and everyone else stinky. I just realized (im sure you did too) that I am over this story and am getting extremely lazy. Sorry bout that. Needless to say, I took not one picture the entire time, even though I brought my camera, because i was hating life. So, really, the whole point of my unnecessarily long story is that Im right back to being sick. I thought this abuse was over, but apparently not. The baby likes it when mommy is miserable. On a brighter note, I am almost to week 13 which means...goodbye first trimester! Hopefully, I'll start showing, you know, so I actually look preggy and not "thick in the middle." Until then, above this filler post is a picture of me at 11 and 1/2 wks (nothings changed).