Baby's Name is Ralph

WEEK 12
Despite having been the only one not partying Friday night, Raegan, nevertheless, was the only one puking Saturday morning. Though I may be partially, if not entirely, to blame.

While attempting to clear my throat of phlegm this morning, I apparently made some "revolting," "horrific," "death-rattle-like" noises. Noises which Raegan claims triggered her vom-a-thon. Personally, I think it's more likely her nausea's due to the fact that a small human is growing inside her, but who knows? Maybe my phlegm issues made the fetus sick too.

I am happy to report Raegan's health quickly improved after I swore to "never make those noises again."

PS: Raegan has since lost her lunch several times since this incident occurred, citing the following as causes: "the smell of that fish," "just seeing that cookie," and most recently, "looking at that orange juice." I think I've officially been vindicated.