Almost there

I'm so close. I can almost taste 12 weeks. 12 weeks is suppose to be the end all. The finish line of the long-lasting "morning sickness." Mine with Holden, unfortunately lasted until I was 18 weeks, but after throwing up Chinese in my water this weekend in the back of our sqooshed Jetta, while trying to catch a peak of the cherry blossoms, I'm hopeful that I'll be myself again on Wednesday. If remember correctly, with Holden, that I woke up one morning and just felt better. It was like a miracle. I felt like I glowed. I felt so great about my new body--every thing was better. I can't wait. I want to celebrate when that day comes. Maybe some Martinelli's and ice cream.