Confession time

Ok, I have a confession to make. Not the "oh bless me father" kind of confession. More like a Real World video confessional. If they allowed people over thage of 29 on the Real World.

My posts of late have been a bit... sporadic. And somewhat impersonal. I've tried to chalk it up to the move, and some crazy times at work, but that's not the whole story. I've been holding onto a secret that I haven't felt comfortable sharing with the internets until now.

And the secret is... I'm pregnant. With child. A mama-to-be. I'm 11 weeks along, and let me tell you, it has been a bitch to hold this secret in. I haven't wanted to really talk about what's going on in my life to the general public until now. But now it's out in the open!

So let me start off by saying that "morning sickness" is such a misnomer. It would be so much more descriptive to say "general pukeyness that seems to last all day." This is generally a crappy time in a pregnancy: pukeyness is at its most virulent, the gradual swelling belly looks more like the remains of a big lunch than a beautiful pregnant belly, you don't need maternity clothes yet, but your regular clothes are tighter in a weird way, gas and heartburn are your constant companion, and finding a comfortable sleeping position is an almighty quest.

Oh, and let's discuss the food restrictions. No raw sushi, no blue cheese, no alcohol (duh), and no fish that are high in mercury (shark, swordfish, etc.). Add that to the pukeyness, which is enhanced by the smell of cooking meat, or discussion of certain disgusting food topics (ala a recent Iron Chef episode), and it can be hard to eat anything. And, I'm supposed to drink a GALLON of water a day. A GALLON.

I'm trying to keep my eyes on the prize. Hopefully, this general suckiness will pass soon. The second trimester is supposed to be the best and most comfortable for most women. And then, someday in mid-October, a bouncing baby will come into the picture. And life will never be the same again. And that's a good thing.