Dear Baby,

How I love you so, so, so much, but how I would love to know... what do you like to eat? I once thought it was watermelon, but you don't seem to like that anymore... I thought it was cucumbers, but you don't like those anymore either. Yesterday it was cup o noodles, but today it wasn't. You don't even seem to like ginger ale anymore... dearest baby I am running out of options as nourishment for you. I have to tell you though, you seem like you are sassy and are very stuck on what you want, and I like your style little baby, but can we make a deal? In 2 weeks and 5 days I will be past the 12 week mark, how about you start to like something, anything, I'll eat anything you like as long as I won't be sick all day and night. Love of my life, please don't take this the wrong way, if it means I get to spend the rest of my life with you in this world I will spend everyday of this pregnancy sick, but if you are like me, (which I think you are) I know that with the right deal you can be persuaded. I will take your acceptance of this deal as allowing this next glass of ginger ale to sooth this yucky feeling.