J is for Jones: my 13.5 weeks of pregnancy so far.

First and foremost, I am so blessed to have such a wonderful, sweet, loving husband who is literally at my beck and call if I don't feel good or need anything at all. I really scored marrying this guy and I get more excited every day to see him as a daddy.

Josh has been excited to have kids since dating. I have been excited too, but never ever thought it would happen so fast! I still am in a state of shock.

(Hope this picture doesn't gross you out…I took about 5 more tests after this. I couldn't believe it, obviously.)

As far as symptoms go, I am pretty textbook. Nausea, supersonic smelling, exhaustion, overactive bladder, extreme hunger…blah blah blah.

I have been great in the morning and horrible at night. I dread getting in bed because it's a fight to ignore how sick I feel and try to fall asleep. For a while I was getting up three-four times a night to pee or throw up. I tried taking Unisom (mild sleeping pill) and found myself exhausted and depressed the whole next day. No more of that. I have been trying to avoid taking medicine in general.

In the beginning, I ate more carbs than I possibly have in my whole life combined. Clementines and pickles are now my staple foods. I could eat them all day and be satisfied. I am slowly accepting vegetables back into my diet. The thought of them was repulsive in the beginning.

I feel like my emotions have stayed fairly stable, but I do find myself tearing up over…well anything touching, sad, or happy. Regarding my car keys, I do have the "pregnant mush brain." I leave them in the ignition, in the door, in movie theaters, lose them in my purse, etc.

In the first 8-10 weeks I gained a lot of weight. I think my then bird-like appetite was in a state of shock and went a little crazy. Since then I have hardly gained although I know its coming. The change in my body has been especially hard and something I am still adjusting to. Right now I feel like I am in the awkward pooch phase...