I just realized how crusty I sound about being pregnant.  It’s true I’m a monster but I do think the baby is an angel.  I suppose the baby’s stolen that part of me away for the time being (we’ll switch sides when it’s born), but deep beneath the nausea I’m okay with it.  I’m not on drugs or bedrest, and at this point I have no plans to give birth in a third-world country, so I have plenty to be grateful for.

And I got to hear the heartbeat last week.  It was beautiful.