Okay, Last One ... I Promise

I know that lately I have been so negative and depressing and writing like my life is in the purest form of agony that there ever was. Well, that is only half true. I am sort of a Drama Queen, and yes, I am miserable, but there are a lot of other women out there that have gone through this (and most positively worse than me), so I think I can "Suck it upppppppp," (in the voice of Nicky from the 40 Year Old Virgin.)

But, not without one last post of ranting. This will be last one (even if when I am nine months pregnant I weigh 250 lbs and I need a motorized scooter to get around).

I am starting to get used to the puking and the nausea and the exhaustion. I have surrendered to it, actually. I have resigned myself to the fact that this is the way the rest of my life is going to be. I see no end in this, and I am trying to figure out how I am going to care for a child when I am puking every morning, noon and night and want to take naps every second. I have completely given up any thoughts of ever drinking any more coffee, beer or wine because the thought of any of them makes me throw up in my mouth a little. I don't see how I will ever exercise again. I don't see how I will ever go to a social function that requires me to dress in something other than pajamas or ponytails. Please, someone tell me that I will be somewhat normal again???

And, then, I start to feel guilty because not only am I not getting my 25 servings of vegetables a day, but I am not enjoying this at all. I never thought it would be like this.

Okay, that's all. I will now list some positive things:

• I can still fit into all of my clothes. Even if I do mostly wear sweat pants, my jeans still fit. That is both stylish and economical.
• I do not have to cook. Mostly because it makes me sick.
• I have had interviews for jobs, so the job front is not completely discouraging.
• I have time to watch Dawson's Creek now. For some people that would be a negative, but not for me.
• I have more time to spend napping with Ozzie.
• I have become a master at throwing up. Most people do not understand that it is an art form, but I have become a pro, and I always make it to the bathroom.
• Pinenut must be doing okay if I am so sick.
• This is probably the only time in my life that I can eat Chick-fil-a everyday and still lose weight.

That is all for now. The next one will be happy, I promise.