When I told Troy I was still having trouble keeping stuff down, he decided to take it on himself to "feed the baby". I was laying on the couch, and he stuck a granola bar in my belly button. I tried to explain that's not how it was done but I was laughing too hard as he was making munching noises. He then tried to help the Goonie wash it down with some water.
Also, since Troy was out of town this past week and I was so dizzy that I didn't want to be out a-bout too much, I was productive and got a ton of registering done! Well, I added stuff to a wishlist, but once we find out then gender, I can transfer it to a registry. The store where we are registering is about 30 minutes from us and like every store in SoCal, the customer services sucks and no one speaks English. I'd rather pysically be in the store for the least amount of time as possible, so I'm doing a ton online.
PLUS, I learned when we were registering for our wedding that Troy + price gun = bad news. When I went to the bathroom, he kept registering and registering, and registering. What, you didn't have a Lord of the Rings light sword, Ding Dongs, Doritos, and a flask (um, we don't drink) on YOUR wedding registry?