
Well, for starters, there are a few of you out there that may not know yet ('cuz you're either not family, or you aren't a facebooker). From the picture above, of pickles and ice cream, you may safely deduce that I am pregnant. About 10 weeks now. We're very excited!
Now, down to the point at hand. I recently overheard someone saying that I "wasn't feeling 100%." Can I just be the first to rant about how unfair that statement is. I have been miserable before, things like swelling on the brain, shingles, swine flu, food poisoning in 3rd world countries (where a squatter is the only toilet around), migraines, dehydration, sleep deprevation, broken bones, child birth, wisdom teeth, obesity, depression etc. But I have never been so miserable in my whole life. Just because I'm not puking my guts out doesn't mean I'm not slowly and painfully dying inside. Pregnancy hormones and I don't get along.
Thanks for listening to me whine. It'll all be over (until next time) in 30 weeks.