holy expanding body, batman!

So, i am two days away from being 8 weeks pregnant. I never thought this day would come, really. We planned this pregnancy, but it is still a bit surreal, and my mind hasn't completely comprehended everything yet. My body, however, is all over this. I cry over nothing, or turn into a raging madman for no reason, while my husband stares at me in utter disbelief. My stomach is all pudgy in places where it hasn't been in a long, long time (probably from the amazing, salty pickles i've eaten), my boobs are *GROOOWWING* (not something i'm excited about), and HOLY CRAP, it hurts to lay on my stomach. This bean is taking every ounce of energy i've got - i mean really, its all i can do to push past the nausea enough to eat my weight everyday! Working out? oh, haha. i have visions of it each day. I see myself running those five miles, and then the Bean says, "nope, sorry, you're going to want to hurl and cram your face all at once while laying in bed at 7:30!"

And so, here i am. wishing i could finally start throwing up, 'cause this whole run to the bathroom for no reason thing, is getting a bit old. And by the way, i may possibly mug someone if they get too close to me with a Diet Coke. Seriously. Stay AWAY.

But, i am getting a little bean in the end, and tomorrow, we'll see his/her heartbeat. so, really, i guess its okay if i turn into a hot-squishy-mess.