It was only a few short months ago when I would shake my head at people who were continuously complaining about all their pregnancy ailments. I wanted to be pregnant so bad, and I thought that I would enjoy the symptoms whatever they were. Now I understand. My breasts have been super incredibly sore for over 6 weeks, and I have heard that it doesn't go away. I have started having diarrhea in the mornings while I'm eating breakfast-not before or after, always during. And starting on Saturday you could say I have typical morning sickness. It is nice to know that this means I am a normal pregnant person, and the first few weeks I liked it, because it meant that I was pregnant, but now, I hate being miserable. I'm not sick enough to stay home from work, I'm only sick enough that I want to complain about it. I haven't thrown up yet, but I have certainly felt like it for the past 3 days. I am starting to count down the days until our first appointment on June 10. Maybe they will have something amazingly wonderful to say that will make it all better. In the mean time I suffer in silence, because there aren't very many people who know we're pregnant.
Don't know if I mentioned this or not, but we ordered t-shirts for everyone in our immediate families stating their new status'. Aunt Emily, Aunt Rachel, Aunt Casie, Uncle Gerrit, Grandpa Phil, Grandpa Benny, Grandma Debbie, Grandma Mary Lou. I think they are so cute, I can't wait for them to get here. We still haven't figured out how to tell my parents yet since we won't see them for Father's Day.
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