Sick and Tired of being Sick and Tired

Finally, my folks and brothers know. I feel like it's really really happening now. Although after the words came out of my mouth - well, actually the words out of my laughing mouth were "what are you all doing next august?" before I had to cover my face with my napkin - both Mom and Dad almost cried. I knew Mom would but Dad surprised me. He really kind of let it out. It was sweet, they had absolutely no idea. I was so sick from the long car ride to the restaurant I could barely stand up and I thought they had to know. But no, complete surprise. Yeah! So, I spent the whole night being pampered and having my head petted and water brought to me. I thought hey why not. It was a way of celebrating and talking about it and I haven't been able to do that yet. It didn't turn into a baby shopping spree thing either which I was happy about. We've got plenty of time to do all that.

It's strange but I'm feeling all the symptoms and I know I'm pregnant and I know what that means but... I still don't really believe there'll be a baby here in a 7 1/2 months. It doesn't seem possible to me. That freaks me out a little. I can't cope with it yet. I guess that's why we get 9 months, huh? To watch ourselves grow and force the reality into our brains every second of that time.

Hoo, well. I'm sick of writing about it aren't you sick of hearing about it? How are you? Seen any good movies? Thought any great thoughts? Found this place thru Margaret's site. It's very cool. I can't get enough of it. I want to see hundreds more. I've become a secret junkie. It makes me want to have more secrets than I do so I could come up with all sorts of creative ways to let them out. Years ago that may have worked but husband has been my own random mailbox in Maryland for most of them. I'm sure I must have at least one little dark something left...

Preggy Waitress Rant

Oh it's hit me now. The exhaustion, the nausea, the inane moodswings (although husband might say that's been around for a while). Yesterday it hurt to move, to eat, to think about moving and eating. Today I forced myself to eat a bigger, healthier breakfast and I'm not relying on the restaurant's staff meal tonight for dinner(last night's was meat pie... um, no thanks). I must say I do feel better. More energetic, less like I want to curl up on the floor and sleep the next 8 months away. I actually created a makeshift bed behind the bread station last night out of three chairs. I felt ridiculous so I begged my coworkers and the chef to "let me go! please! please! for god's sake let me go!" I was too pathetic to ignore so I was on my way home in minutes. Couldn't sleep (of course, it's night time why would my body let me sleep when it's actually night time?) so I watched 3 episodes of Law & Order SVU. It's so sick and twisted and addictive. It's one of the worst habits I have to quit before having children. I generally hate TV but there's something about that 'dun dun' between every scene that's got me hooked.

Oh, I don't know if it's the anxiousness I'm feeling to tell my mom or if it's just plain morning sickness that's making me queasy but I must go lay down for twenty minutes before I head out to wait on more unassuming patrons. Next time you leave a 12% tip on the table (because what's the difference of a dollar or two, you like to keep your checkbook round) for that sweet but tired looking waitress think - oh, maybe she's trying to make money for something more than skittles. Yup, she's full o' baby and running her growing ass off for your hot water with lemon you need right away. Sorry, must nap before Mrs. Hyde comes out.