Bacon!

So Saturday we went with some friends of ours to the Blue Ribbon Bacon Festival in the mountains. As a newer addition to the preggo circuit and having thankfully not been sick my so far 10 weeks in, I was pretty excited to try all the bacon infused goodness that they have to offer. So we get there and for some reason I just can’t eat all that much. I’ve sampled two strips of bacon from these two bacon farms from Iowa, had two fried bacon mac and cheese balls and that is it. I’ve thrown in my bacon towel and decided to enjoy the rest of the day with friends outside in the gorgeous mountains.

We head the hour drive back to the house around 6pm and make it home so the guys can keep drinking while us knocked up people can enjoy our high quality H₂O. We’re sitting around talking about the joys of being pregnant (HA!) and how weird some other parents are, whether it is their first of fifth child, and I’m starting to feel pain high in my stomach.  This is a new development and I just thought it probably had to do with the unnatural amount of sodium I had consumed throughout the day so Tums to the rescue. The pals decide to leave around 9ish and I get up and head to bed with my exhausted, tummy ached, pregnant ass. As soon as I lay in bed I know what’s coming…everything.

The Blue Ribbon Bacon Festival gets the blue ribbon for making this winning streak of non-barfage. Apparently this kid clearly isn’t ready for the amazingness that is bacon, or it hates bacon. I’m hoping it’s the former because otherwise I know that I’m growing an alien.