Morning sickness made a comeback this morning. (sigh) Oh well... really, I am more than happy to puke for the next 23 weeks if it means I get a healthy baby when it's over... but I did sort of think I might get off easy this time. No such luck.

On the bright side, I started feeling movement as soon as I woke up this morning, so I guess I'm officially in that stage. It's such a nice feeling... all the little wriggles and thumps. (and eventually pushes and big kicks!) I can't wait until I can start identifiying body parts. I remember with Ben, I could always feel his head, his right knee, and sometimes even his right foot!