I am thankful to be pregnant today.
I am nauseated.
I am beyond exhaustion.
My breasts are so sore.
I don't care.
I hope beyond hope that I will still feel this sick in a few weeks.
I can't wait to outgrow all of my pants.
I long to not be able to sleep on my stomach anymore.
I await the day when an old stranger approaches me, eyeing my big round belly, to tell me to savor every moment, as only strange old women are apt to due.
I am thankful to be pregnant TODAY.