On Pregnancy

I adore my kids. I hate being pregnant.

There, I said it.

I don't view pregnancy as a miraculous time during which my skin glows while I bond with my unborn baby.

It is a means to an end.

You could say I'm a pessimist.

My skin doesn't glow. Unless you consider the red breakouts attractive.

Morning sickness kicks my butt. Mostly because it's all day sickness. It's a productivity killer. And a fun killer. (Hooray for Unisom Natural Nights with B6!)

But really, I'm thankful.

I promise.

I have so many friends who would love to be dealing with nausea and heartburn instead of infertility. I know this is a blessing and a gift.

I can't wait until August 7 when we will welcome our newest (and probably last biological) baby into our crazy family. And knowing my track record, it'll probably be closer to August 17.

And since this is likely my last pregnancy, I'm going to try my very hardest to tolerate enjoy the next 8 months. Without any more whining.

I promise.

Now that that's out of my system, I'll start weekly pregnancy update posts at the start of the second trimester.

And I was going post an ultrasound picture, but really, the baby is just a blob at this point, so we'll wait until it looks more like an alien.