I can't kick the feeling that we'll be welcoming a baby boy into the world this coming August. My pregnancy with Psalm was more than ideal. I never had an ounce of morning sickness or other complications, just a few bouts of nausea and food aversions in my ninth month. This time around, I'm really sick! I can't hold anything down this week other than soups, toast, and crackers. I hate the smell of absolutely EVERYTHING, with the exception of honey baked ham. I feel like I'm in a bizarre world in a bizarre body that's definitely not my own. With all that being said, I probably should be contemplating boy names . . .