Hey little raspberry!

It is officially week 8 - the raspberry week. I still have some slight nausea but it is nothing I can't handle. I spent the last two days in Tunica basically passed out on the big king bed in the hotel room watching cable. It was wonderful.

I did make a brief foray into the casino and, luckily, there were few people there and not too much cigarette smoke. The worst part was when I went to the Paula Dean buffet and couldn't eat a bite - which totally defeats the purpose of a buffet.

Plus, I had to lie to my parents. About booze. They wanted to know what I drank at the bar in the casino. I said I had gin and soda with lime - which they thought was weird.

Today I'm in Nashville visiting my sister. I suspect it will be very hard not to spill the beans but I just have to keep reminding myself of the perfect pregnancy "reveal" I have dreamed up. More on that next week.