In search of the right thing to say, Ken convinces himself that I am pregnant with a superhero & that the reason why I feel so drained is that our superhero needs ALL of the energy. Ken is able to sleep better at night.
I call the bestest for some rational advice...except she's convinced that I am pregnant with a half vampire/half human, referencing Renesmee, from Breaking Dawn.
Superhero or 1/2 vampire, girl or boy, it's sucking me completely dry. Ideally this was not how pregnancy was supposed to be like. In my head there were no ER visits, no constant headaches, or extreme feeling of weakness so much I could faint at any minute. I didn't envision myself lying on my bathroom floor after vomiting the 46th time or that the distance from the bed to the bathroom suddenly felt like 46 miles. Pregnancy in my head was maybe a couple weeks of nausea followed by beauty & fun...13 weeks in I'm digging deep to find the beauty in pregnancy & praying & hoping that fun will soon ensue.