I'm growing a little person!

Those who know me, have heard me say that I'm not a fan of being pregnant. Don't get me wrong, there are aspects of being pregnant that I really enjoy (IE, stretchy pants and not sucking in my gut are ranked near the top), but I don't seem to do pregnancy gracefully.
I know women who as soon as they take a home pregnancy test, they start to glow with this inner radiance. They walk through their day with this little secret growing in their belly. Then as their bump pops, they have that perfect pregnant look. I am definitely not one of those women. As soon as I pee on a stick my hormones go into overdrive. I am in a constant state of nausea freckled with bouts of praying to the porcelain Gods. I don't glow so much as shine from my own personal oil slick. And I just kind of get fat, until one day my fat sort of looks like a baby belly. It's pretty in my world right now.
Even with the all day morning sickness that makes me want to die a little, the oiliness, the deep in my bones fatigue, the bloodhound nose that works in overdrive (while living in an apartment building with DOZENS of other peoples smells) and the need to pee every hour on the hour... every day I feel blessed that I have been chosen to be some one's mommy.

~*~ this week our little alien is the size of a green olive - he has fingers and is losing his tail - he's starting to move as his muscles grow, but he's too small for me to feel it yet ~*~