my halo...

I have found a great, great, great blog that I have been reading for the last two days. This woman named Amy started it about 5 years ago, and during that time she found out she was pregnant. Reading her thoughts and feelings about her pregnancy, totally make me feel better about why I am feeling now. Here is a tiny little excerpt from the many, many hilarious things she says...

"You expect pregnancy to begin with some sort of cosmic hunch -- a vague new-agey feeling that your body is incubating a tiny little miracle and ta-da! Your skin will glow and perhaps a halo will descend from heaven and alight on your holy, mothering head.

Instead, your skin breaks out and you cry when there's no pudding and most importantly, you don't feel any different at all.

And it's the perfect introduction to pregnancy, which also turns out to be Not At All What You Were Expecting Either. It's worse. It's better. It's totally freaking weird, yo.

But at least, once you know, you don't feel like such a freak for crying during Extreme Makeover: Home Edition and eating an entire package of salami.

I take that back. You still feel like a freak. But you have hope that maybe, just maybe, you'll return to a less freak-like state at some point. Maybe by the time the kid goes to college.

But in the meantime, everybody ELSE better freaking respect that freaking halo resting above your life-giving, freak head, because this is HARD. " (excerpt taken from amalah.com)

So I've been trying to express this exact feeling lately, and I just can't quite find the words. Thanks, Amy, for giving them to me! :)