Pregnant Woman Cry, It's Normal!

Well, it finally happened. The emotions of functioning for two finally brought me to tears.

I'm happy, don't get me wrong. I'm exhuberant! I'm pregnant! But holy hell- I feel like crap!

I feel like I could vomit from the moment I click off my alarm clock in the morning to the moment my head hits the pillow at night.
I feel bloated, and I have headaches, but really....it's the nausea that is killing me.

I am always eating, always tired, always nauseated, and I always have to pee. It's the perfect combination of pure joy and pure misery if I've ever experienced it........


Anyways. So to the point, I felt like crap all yesterday at work, which I might also add has been a less-that-fantastic environment even before my mommy-hormones were raging; got home and ate some ice cream (momentary fix) and watched some tv and drank my weight in water trying to offset the fact I felt like I was on a ship in a tsunami.

The husband, the sweet man he is, made dinner whilst bringing me fruits and vegetables as I laid sprawled on the couch in an unladylike fashion. We bickered some, which I will happily admit was mostly due to me and my current sensitivity.
I napped. I woke up.

Then he brought me dinner. Smothered pork chops with egg noodles and steamed green beans.
I couldn't eat it. I just broke into tears.

Here I am, walking about in a constant fog of "do I/don't I vomit", wanting to pull my hair out during work yet smiling like the chesire cat instead, come home for even more bouts of sickness, and then my husband makes me dinner and all I can't even eat it.
I felt terrible.

And yet, I'm still stuck. I'm so grateful for every wave of puk-ish desire because it means the little bugger is doing well, but at the same time:

I can not wait until this morning sickness crap passes. Holy crap, people.