OK, I'm Ready

I’m ready to start telling people that I’m pregnant. It’s so weird to have this giant secret and not be able to let people in on it. “Why are you so tired all the time?” “Sorry can’t say.” “Why does your favorite food make you look like you want to puke?” “Sorry can’t say.” “Why do your breasts look so amazing all the sudden?”…OK so people aren’t asking this.

I’m ready to STOP having morning sickness. Seriously. This is awful. I’m the type of person where if I feel like I have to throw up, I throw up. Generally in my life this has worked out well for me. As someone who has a pretty weak stomach, I seem to eat things that don’t agree with me on a relatively frequent basis and the great thing is that I can just get it out and then I feel much better. Not with morning sickness. Feel like puking? Go ahead but it’s not going to make a difference. On my best days it’s a constant nausea where nothing sounds super appetizing and I’m constantly burping in order to find some relief (and it is honestly one of my favorite things to do right now). On my worst days I’m deciding if I want to throw up before, or run the risk of throwing up after, eating that toast and strategically planning how much time it will take for me to excuse myself from that meeting at work to make it downstairs to the super secret bathroom no one uses where I can gag in privacy. On the plus side, Ryan rather enjoyed our trip to Alaska recently because morning sickness forced me to sleep in, take things super slow, and constantly be wanting to stop for a snack. Very atypical from our usual vacation outings.

I’m ready for this magical time where my hair stops falling out. They tell me this happens during pregnancy and I’ve been longing for the days when I have thick luscious locks that I don’t have to wrap a hair band around 50 times in order to hold a pony in place. But alas, every day in the shower the same ol’ gobs of hair get caught in the drain and when I comb my hair I’ve got a little toupee for Parkour when I’m done. I’m sure I don’t lose more than other women, but considering how little I have to start it’s quite alarming. So come on hormones that are making me pukey, keep that hair on my head!