I feel compelled to invite all of you into my inner world of pregnancy. I apologize. First of all, I don’t know WHO came up with the term “Morning Sickness” because that’s not really what it is at all. “Twenty-Four-Hours-A-Day-Everyday-For-Two-And-A-Half-Months Sickness” is more accurate although I can see how that term is less user-friendly. Secondly, I regret to inform you that I am not a “cute pregnant lady”. I am a disgusting pregnant ogre lady. Only six-weeks in and my jeans already don’t fit, I haven’t done my hair or makeup all week, and I’m perpetually exhausted. But hey, I knew what I was in for the minute I said to Andy, “I think we should have another baby!” Twenty-Four-Hours-A-Day-Every-Day-For-Two-And-A-Half-Months- Sickness is simply the price I pay to have a baby. And really, its a small price to pay for such a precious addition to our family.
And on that note….