If I didn't already know I was pregnant . . .

. . . I would know now.

I've developed an aversion to bacon. Seriously.

Those of you who know me know how huge this is. I've always had affection for those artery clogging pieces of heaven. But now, I'm trying to suppress my gag reflex just thinking about the stuff. I've never liked ham. I had moderate feelings toward sausage. But now, it's all in the same category. A category called "stuff that makes me want to throw up."

One other surefire sign is that I will cry at the drop of a hat. I have to skip over the first scene in Finding Nemo when Marlin's wife, Coral, is eaten by a shark and he's left with only one of the fish eggs. And I was watching a Nooma video while Jack was napping in the car today and I was struggling to keep the tears back. Oh, and the floodgates open anytime I pray.

Jack really isn't sure what to do with a crying mommy, so he usually kind of looks me up and down, pats my arm and says, "mommy silly." I love that kid.