Phat and pregnant

Well if you haven't heard the news or don't read my husband's blog, I'm preg-o. Whomever said that being pregnant is the best experience should be shot. Even though I'm into my second trimester, I am still enduring nausea, migraines, fatigue (a smidge of my energy is back, but not much), and the oh so lovely gag reflex when I brush my teeth. Get to see my breakfast every morning. Woohoo, is that banana...

I'm painting a very lovely picture of pregnancy, aren't I? My flat stomach is now a distant memory. Baby got back, but I had a flat stomach, alas it is now gone. I feel like when I walk into the bathroom, I am reenacting a pregnant version of the intro to "Alfred Hitchcock Presents.." When he would walk on-screen, you would see his gut first...

I now just chaulk it up to a means to an end. This is something we have been wanting for a while, so if I have to endure this misery, I will. However, I am taking everyone else with me... Gotta spread the love.