Let's begin this by saying that pregnancy is not what one would call 'kind'. Well, I know it is to some people but to me it has been an extreme exercise in humility.
First, there's all of the vomit. That sexy, sexy vomit. Thanks to my medication I've (mostly) stopped puking but I now get to really experience the wonder and glory that is dry heaving. The dulcet tones of me hurling air ring through our house like a siren's call. Majestic!
Second, there's the break outs. Previously I had fairly decent skin. Thanks to the last oh, 18 weeks, I am thinking of earning extra money modeling as the before face on Proactiv commercials. The second trimester is just a laugh a minute thus far.
Third, there's this:
At least I have awesome friends.