So if I was “kind of” pregnant before, I am OFFICIALLY pregnant now…

…has been the start of the post in my head for the last few weeks, ever since the less-publicized symptom of mind-numbing fatigue hit me over the head and pretty much knocked me out.

But I wanted to jump in to announce Wednesday night, one day short of 9 weeks, I got my first “real” bout of morning sickness… at 11 at night. My body is backwards yet again.

For the sake of documentation, here are the other thoughts that went through my head:

– “This is disgusting. I could deal with throwing up easier if I didn’t have to taste it.”

– “The grape juice wasn’t a good idea. Or maybe the grape juice was a good idea. Maybe grape flavored stomach acid tastes better than original flavor.”

– “Oh there’s the [fiber] pills I just took. Why did I insist on trying to swallow those?”

– “Is it going to stop? How do I know when it’s stopped??”

– “There’s no way I ate that much tonight…”

– “I need to make sure to clean up or the purple is going to give me away.”

A small part of me was excited to hit a real pregnancy milestone, especially since no women who went through this would take me seriously without going through the full experience, while the rest of me is really hoping that it stops at just this one time.