I always thought I'd be one of those women who loved all aspects of being pregnant and that I'd never complain because I'd be so grateful to finally be pregnant.
I was wrong.
It's not that I don't love being pregnant. It's just that right now, at 6 weeks 3 days, there's little to show for how much I'm feeling. How am I feeling, you ask? Gross. I'm either starving or too full. Everything makes me nauseous. I'm tired ALL. THE. TIME. There are other things, too, but I'll spare you the yucky details.
I feel like if I could feel baby or see a bump or something like that, it wouldn't be so bad. But right now it's just feeling bleh. It's surprisingly hard to deal with.
