So this one had the women in my office rolling this morning.
When Bev came in, she asked how I was doing. I just stared at her with my pack of saltines and water. She said, "That bad?" Yes. That bad. The funny part? When I told them that just about everything Heath does makes me gag. He breathed on me in the middle of the night (oh yeah...I have 24 hour morning sickness) I gagged. He spit in the toilet this morning, I dry heaved for 10 minutes. I am completely nauseous.
I'm not complaining though--I love that I am pregnant and I'll take this if it gets me a healthy baby...especially a boy. Haha. I probably will write more about my queeziness though later.
I told my friend Jaime yesterday. She asked how far along I am. Two weeks. She laughed and said, "How in the world do you know you are pregnant at two weeks?" Okay, so technically they count pregnancy from the first day of you know what. I'm four weeks pregnant then. Yeah! Only 9 months to go! For those of you who have never had a baby, you may not know that pregnancy is actually 10 months long. What a cruel joke.