Alan Lies

He's says I'm not taking out the pregnancy on him. Ha ha ha. I really am trying not to. But I'm queasy, and sleep-deprived, and feel like I've been in the first trimester since last September (which, in a way, considering the miscarriage, the colitis, and this pregnancy, I have).

But Friday will mark week 13. That magical number when morning sickness and tiredness stops. That magical number when my belly starts to look like baby belly and not like an extra roll of fat. That magical number when you can go to work all day, and not fall asleep sitting up, at your desk. Week 13, people!

What if the magic doesn't work for me? Oh crap.

Etcetera.