Yes, yes, I see...
I am trying to approach this pregnancy with a sense of humor, and thus far I'm mostly succeeding. During my sickest days, I even conceived of "barf bingo," the game where you mark off achievements such as "barf while driving" and "barf in the presence of strangers" or "barf on the same day as your cat." So yesterday, when I threw up right outside the Tim Horton's drive thru while simultaneously peeing myself on my way home from work, honestly, I saw the humor in it. There is humor in almost every pregnancy symptom. The one thing that I have found utterly unfunny is dealing with the diabetes. Things that can potentially damage your unborn child are slightly less hilarious. I mean, my unborn child's health depends on my ability to do MATH. Okay, that's kind of funny. But scary! I think that only mathematically gifted people should have to get diabetes. I'm so bad at estimating and converting and multiplying and all those many things that are necessary when carb counting.
On a different topic, the other day I found myself yelling, "EAT THAT OR I WILL!" at my husband repeatedly as his burger perched on its plastic wrapper on the arm of the couch. Ultimately, I ate half of it (in addition to my own, of course). I am definitely eating for two... grown adults. But man, not only do I have the gift of life stirring in my belly (still don't feel it yet), but I get to gain weight and no one is allowed to say anything about it. It's a great time to be a woman.
And in case I haven't mentioned it 2 dozen times, we are finding out the gender on THURSDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I want a girl because I have so many freaking adorable girl clothes/dresses, but I want a boy so that he can style this handsome mustache pacifier that I have crafted. Maybe I am having twins, and they just missed it the first 6 ultrasounds.
