This is like one of those amusement park rides...

you know, the ones that make you go, "please. stop. I want to get off!" Yup, that's pregnancy. Some days, it's not so bad. It's like a gentle train ride and I almost "forget" that I'm pregnant. Then there are those days that are like a rollercoaster that shoots you our of the gate at 95 mph and up an 85* incline into a loop and corkscrew, but it's okay, because the centrifical force is holding you in place. Those days involve waking up every hour to pee and being so exhausted the next day that you feel tears whelling up in your eyes if your boss even looks at you funny. Then you end up bursting into tears because you forget the cat food and have to feed them dog food which confuses them and oh my god, I can't even take care of the cats right and I'm going to have a baby. WTF was I thinking? Then there is looking for your keys for 20 minutes when they are hanging on the key hook where they belong. Then there was the day that I was telling C that my crotch hurt so bad and he thought he'd be funny and go "awww, does your crotch-crotch hurt? awwww, does it? does it?" and I punched him in the balls and asked him how it felt. 8 more weeks, folks. 8 more weeks.