Yesterday Steve made a yummy salad for dinner with lots of chicken and I was proud of myself for finishing it all.  Gotta get the protein for these little beans!  About an hour later I felt horrible and had to rush to the bathroom. I was so proud of the fact that I’ve made it through 12 weeks without throwing up but that ended last night.  Ew.  Throwing up chunks of food is not fun at all.  I’m hoping that will be the last of it.  I had heard after the first trimester things got better so I’m not sure why all of a sudden mine got worse.  Maybe I ate too much too quickly.  I tend to do better with smaller portions more frequently.