The Inside Story

I'm not sure how to do this, but I thought I'd give it a try. Unlike my husband, I am not sure what to do with a computer besides play games and check my email. But I thought it would be kind of interesting to put my experiences down as well.

It's a very strange feeling to be at the mercy of one's body. I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. Everyone tells me that it will only last for a few more weeks, so I'm looking forward to that. I read Michael's posting about feeling distant and have to agree. This pregnancy seems to have simultaneously brought us closer and pushed us apart. It's hard for me to stay in the moment when I feel yucky.

On a positive note, though, there is plenty of humor in pregnancy as well. Just in case you didn't know, pregnant women fart. And farting and nausea don't really make for a good combination. I feel like I'm constantly having to dodge my own stench. Walking swifly around the house trying to find a place upwind. I farted so louldy the other day that I scared the cat. I had a good laugh at that.

I have also become pretty goofy. Apparently, the baby comes first when it comes to my blood, my nutrients, and my brain functions as well. I've become quite the airhead. I can't help but laugh at myself, especially now that I'm so emotional. I laugh at myself for crying and for laughing at things that aren't funny. It's a viscious circle. Last night Michael and I went to a movie and I giggled at all the previews. Michael looked at me with disbelief and asked if all those movies looked so good to me. I just shrugged and laughed some more.

Well, hopefully by the next time I post I will be feeling better. I still can't believe that I am making another person right now. I'm making another person. This kind of thing goes on every day, but I still can't believe it.