Je suis plein

I think I recall people saying how horrible it is to be pregnant, but I don't think I really comprehended or gained a firm testimony of what they said. I thought that I would probably just be like my mother, who thinks being pregnant is the best thing since sliced bread. I have even heard her say things like (and there are other witnesses), "I loved being pregnant!" and "Giving birth is wonderful!" and "Pushing's fun!" She is one of those special people born on this earth who is capable of making a football team out of their children.
I have yet to decide on whether I am one of the said "football team moms." Right now, I'm thinking no. I don't know if I've ever been nauseated for this long before in my life. Looking at food makes me angry. I resent it for making me sick, and then making me and my baby dependent on it. Rude! Then everyone from my husband to the mailman order me to eat more of it. Why don't they eat more of it, if that's what makes them happy? I just want to curl up in a ball and sleep until the baby's born. Wait, make that--I just want to curl up in a ball and sleep until after the baby's born. That way I can just hold it and smell it all the time and not think about how horrible it was to carry it in my whom for 11 months, or whatever.