Damn, I can't believe it's really been eight weeks already and I'm feeling the nastiness of being pregnant. I'm nauseas, tired all the time, I want all of the food I see and get sick when I smell it. I can't make up my mind about anything because I'm so emotional that I get really angry and cry or I get really sad and cry about not being able to have something, or I get it and it makes me angry and I cry because it's stupid. My clothes are getting uncomfortable and I now hate wearing pants because all of mine are starting to get tight. I got weighed on the eighteenth and I've gained a few pounds. Having to pee every twenty minutes is really annoying, too. Daddy is pretty calm about everything, and I hope to god that everything goes well. As of right now, I feel like taking a nap, so that's what I'm gonna do.
Love, Allie.
