Fuck you, Zuul.

Why in God's name am I awake at 2am?

Oy.

I guess there's a lot on my mind lately. Aside from the kid, there's work, money, houses, the messiness of my apartment, the mass amount of laundry, taxes, the car, my husband, the animals, worrying about friends, and my health. Just to name a few. I could probably go into great detail about every single one of these, but somehow I think it would be counter productive. Rather than get everything off my mind, it would just stir it up even more. Blah.

Being a grown-up sucks. Ever thought you'd hit the day when you wish you're greatest worry was your math test? Ha.

Time to try and sleep. Hard enough, with the little pod that likes to wreak havoc on my body and hormones.

There is no relaxation. There is only Zuul.

So Far...

So. Let's talk about the pregnancy experience so far.

Um... I'm nauseous. A lot. I've learned that the term "morning sickness" is highly inaccurate. I've puked in the morning, afternoon, and evening. Sometimes, without warning. I've puked at home. I've puked at work. I've puked in Port Authority. And the kicker to it all is, that on top of all the nausea, I'm still really hungry... It's really really bizarre. It's almost like I've had a non-stop hangover for the past few weeks. And oh look... I'm getting nauseous now. I tried ginger candy... it made it worse. I think if I eat another saltine, I'll scream...

Oh, and did I mention the constipation? Yup. Constipation. Awesome. I've never been so happy to poop in my life. If I take a shit, it's a great fucking day.

The jeans are getting oh-so-slightly tightish.

Breaking out just a bit.

And the EXHAUSTION. Holy crap... I can barely move some days... it's insane. Now, it doesn't help that I was sick for over a week. Sick + Pregnant apparently equals sleeping for at least 12 hours a day just to be able to move. But even without being sick, I just get wave upon wave of exhaustion. I feel like a slug.

Oy. Fun, huh?

I'm 8 weeks now... little webbed fingers and toes have begun to develop. My baby can bend her arms now. She has little elbows. She also has an upper lip and external ears. In a few days, her eyelids will begin to form. She's more than half and inch long - about the size of a bean...

So. Very. Tiny.

I have a tiny person. Tiny, tiny, tiny.

How does something so tiny... make me puke so much?

Somehow, though... I think it will be worth it. Call it intuition.

Names of Choice (MY choice, at least...) at the moment:

Girl: Lily Isabella
Boy: Wilson James