Seriously, I don't know if it's the hormones or what, but I have realized recently just how lucky I am for my life. I am so thankful, so amazed... I just can't believe this is real.
It's like I opened my eyes one morning and the cobwebs were gone, the shadows were shriveled into the corners where they belonged and I could finally (finally!) see the light shining.
Then, a parade of dwarfs came by and carried me on one of those litter things like Cleopatra, away to a spa city in the jungle, peopled only by naked men with oily fetishes. Big, strong, oily, naked men with...
Did you know pregnancy makes you horny? Totally. It does. Just FYI.
Changing gears: No morning sickness to speak of yet...(HUZZAH! Woot! ...yeah, no, I totally get that I just jinxed the good goddamn out of myself. Shut up. I live on the edge.) Which, okay, I know may be contributing to my happiness. I mean, I feel kind of urpy when I need to eat, or when I smell certain things, or when I get really riled up, but so far I've managed not to puke out my eye holes and that, my friends, is chalking one up for the good guys.
Jesus, I'm so happy I'm making myself sick.
It's real, it's really real. The floor isn't going to fall out, this is really happening.