Echoes.

There are fun things about being pregnant… but they don’t  happen until you’re a bit further along than I am.
I’m only five weeks, guys.
Five weeks and though the morning sickness has not hit with a vengeance there are mornings like this one… Where I’m not sure if I’m going to vomit or cry, when nothing tastes or smells like it’s supposed to and where my ability to deal with people has gone totally down the drain.

I’m really.  really.  really.  uncomfortable.

The rain outside has turned the entire city a dim sort of grey and I would love nothing more than a nap.  A nap where my stomach and my boobs cannot move an inch.
Ah.  The things that make me happy right now.

It’s how I spent much of my weekend.
And is not at all how I get to spend next weekend, when my husband will join me in the Memphis area and tell me that I need to move around more and nap less.
Right before I punch him in the face.

Actually, he’ll more than likely be 100% understanding, as he’s been great 99% of  the time during my pregnancy so far (a whole 5 weeks in) and has even surprised me in some of his opinions on things…
But.
Because he did this to me.
And because I feel so icky.
I want to punch him in the face.

It’s nothing personal and I mean it with all of the love in my heart.

This is just… first trimester pregnancy talk.