Mr & Mrs Smith

*3 weeks ago* I'm starving and want to throw up at the thought of most food and at exactly the same minute it reaches my stomach. My mouth is all "YES. YES. YES" (but only for one specific thing that I must have NOW before I pass out) but my stomach is all "NO FREAKIN WAY AM I DIGESTING ANYTHING".  The catch is, I don't throw up, it just sits there tormenting me through the evening. And I'm still "starving" 30 minutes later. That's what part of early pregnancy feels like. It's kind of like torture, self-torture, because you wanted it. Well, I wanted it. I even begged for it. I've waited for it and kept thinking "6 weeks of sickness doesn't seem that long" in the hope that it does end after the first trimester. I'm sorry, 6 weeks seems like forever when you feel like this.  That's right folks, whiney pregnant lady is back!!! It's going to be an exciting second journey. {9 weeks pregnant}

I jumped (and probably made an awkward half-scream sound) at the second alarm that was going off this morning. He just laughed. I swear those things are the scariest and most uncomfortable thing on the planet. Annoying morning sounds that make you get out of the bed. I was already out of the bed! Why must things ruin my morning silence.   I am so tired. It's so hard to leave in the mornings when it's so cold outside. And there is Mr Smith, still sleeping in the nice warm blankets, so easily cuddle-able. He gets Fridays off (or works from home). Mrs Smith does not. I am sooooo tired. And I feel like I am the last person who deserves to be, but that doesn't stop me! In my great mind, I keep envisioning the nice idea of us getting up and going running (well, I jog, Eric runs), but reality slaps me in the face and tells me I am too tired and lazy and cold every morning. Sigh. One day I'll be better.  Mr Smith tells me Kevin, his cousin, called and i...