My body is not my own

Many things that I have gotten used to:
the cracked hands that I experience for the first few weeks of pregnancy...
the uneasy feeling in my stomach that I have all the time now, like the entire plate of spaghetti that I ate for dinner just wasn't enough nutrients for my body to take in...
the exhaustion I get from going to two different stores in an hour, and the resulting nap that hardly refills my energy depletion...
the cramping of my lower abdomen, having my uterus stretched in ways that I had no idea God would allow...
the super-power ability to smell a dirty foot from 3 miles away...
the gagging reflex I now get when I brush my teeth after breakfast...
the 20 minute breaks I now get between peeing...
the crazy mood swings that probably have resulted in Scott wondering whether pregnancy was the best thing for a happy marriage...
the frustration that Scott isn't (and has never been) able to read my mind or thoughts, especially when I'm sitting on the couch and am willing him to OFFER to go to Dairy Queen but he is relaxing watching television...
the adjustment to my stomach muscles relaxing and stretching...
the inability to clean out my refrigerator of old leftovers because I am afraid of the disgusting consequence (rhymes with "nuke")...

Scott and I met separately with the nurse to see the ultrasound at about 6 weeks. First, I was checked and then was able to see the heartbeat and little blip on the screen that represented the life that has taken over my body. I was in awe. Then, Scott came in and saw the ultrasound monitor.

It was that exact moment on that special day that I decided that I didn't actually need my husband to get through this pregnancy when Scott jokingly said, "Honey, you have worms!" After that statement, I was going to file for divorce, get on the Oregon Health Plan, and move in with my mom. I also would get custody of the dogs.

And just so you know, he apologized for his insensitivity. And we aren't divorcing. Even though he would willingly give me custody of the dogs.

And I am NOT oversensitive. That CANNOT be another symptom. It just CAN'T be. Okay, I'm off to cry now.