There's an alien growing in your belly

I don't really feel like myself.

I feel like you've changed me in the short 7 weeks we've known each other. The last couple of weeks, I've felt extremely tired. I sleep 10 hours a night, wake up late, barely make it to work on time and two hours later I'm ready for a nap. I have no energy to clean and the house is a mess. It takes all my reserve to just take the dog for a walk.

I've been eating non-stop. It's the only way to keep the nausea from taking over. I crave french fries with ranch dress and popcorn and Fuji apples and fresh navel oranges. The thought (and smell) of eating red meat makes me want to vomit.

I am emotional. I went to see my favorite band in concert last night. I kept thinking that it was nice to share this moment with you, watching and listening to my favorite band. I wondered if you could hear everything I could. I know you could feel how happy the music made me.

Your Daddy says there's an alien growing in me and sometimes I feel that way. My body is truly changing. I need to start taking pictures of my belly so we can see the progress. I think that would be fun.