Everybody loves you when you're pregnant-

Sometimes, I wake up, feel angry because I am tired, and think I'm going to puke.

I lay in bed, and wish I had asked Kevin to grab a sleeve of saltines and leave them by the bed before he left an hour earlier.

I think about maybe if I can get up and eat something, anything, I'll feel better. Get some breakfast on my stomache. That's what they all say, it's the empty stomache that makes you feel like you are going to puke....

but the thought of just about everything makes me feel like I'm going to lose it any second. So I try to think about eating breakfast, but NOT think about any food.

After I manage to get up, I go into the kitchen to see what I can eat that will prevent my vomitting. Unfortunately, I then discover that the smell of everything also makes me want to vomit.

So sometimes, being knocked up isn't as awesome as I thought it was going to be. People make you think that it's all looking adorable in maternity clothes and feeling the baby kick, and getting ultrasounds and then finding out you are having twins or something cool like that!

But it actually involves a lot of feeling sick, tired, and kinda grumpy. I haven't even gotten to experience all the cool stuff yet. But our first ultra sound is tonight, so, yippee skippy! We are hoping they give us a picture. Well, I am hoping also that not only do we get a picture, but that everything is all right, too. How devastated would I be if we go to the ultra sound, all excited, and they are like "Sorry, there is no heartbeat." I don't think I could deal with that, so it probably won't happen. But still. I can't help but worry.

NOT that I would trade it for the world.....I guess I just thought that the whole nausea and morning sickness thing wasn't going to happen to me.

Oh, and your boobs, they really, really hurt. A lot. A lot a lot. But sleeping with a bra on helps.

And then when you are actually feeling good--like when your boobs don't hurt, and you feel feelings of hunger instead of nausea, and you aren't so tired you could pass out at any given moment, you think "God, is something wrong? Why do I feel so good? Is something wrong with the baby???"

I feel pretty fantastic today. Remarkably fantastic. I hope everything goes well at the ultra sound tonight.

Anyhow. The awesome truth is, everyone loves you when you are pregnant. Since finding out I am pregnant, I have received phone calls or congratulations and how are you feeling? I have received cards. I have received a few gifts. Word has slowly filtered out here at work. Apparently I am the first person here to have a child in 14 or 17 years or something, so people are very excited about it. When I walk in the door, people are like "Hey! How are you feeling today? Wow, you look good! " or, "How are the two of you today?" or "How's Mr. or Mrs. Babypants?" Some of my coworkers have even picked up things for the baby. One of them junk-picked a carseat from her neighbor that her neighbor was apparently throwing away. Seriously, it's the thought that counts. I am also getting lots of advice, like "You should be careful around xylenes!" And "Why are you still working in the lab? You shouldn't be working in the lab?" and "Oh wow, you are eating mexican? Doesn't that bother the baby?" and "You should be careful to avoid stress, because I read that babies that are exposed to stress while in the womb grow up to be transexuals."

I think that the people that I work with feel like it's not just my baby, or Kevin's baby, it's theirs, too. I never knew I was so well liked here, it's got to be because I am pregnant.

And on top of it all, my hormones are going totally nutso.

On the flip side, I haven't had a single migraine since getting pregnant. I used to suffer from then regularly, at LEAST one a week. And since being pregnant, none. That's awesome.

This is my life right now. I am so thankful to get to experience all this. While not all of it is awesome, I am still loving every minute. Even those that I feel like I am going to puke. Can you believe that I am actually growing a human being inside my body? That's so science fiction.