Today is Saturday, and it's very early. Only like 7am. I wanted to badly to sleep in, but I guess they call it morning sickness for a reason. Today is the first day of my third month, and honestly, I can't wait for it to be over. Everyone tells me that I will start to feel better after that mark, so here's hoping. I guess I ought to think about breakfast, but after you throw up, who wants to eat. I suppose I should go get ready for church instead... I'm not sure if we're going, but Steven will know.