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Barack Obama was at my school today. Barack Obama! Presidential hopeful! Barack Obama! And I was completely and totally unaware of this. I didn't figure it out until all of the teachers had their TV's turned to a public access channel and I saw the little podium with the "Change We Need" poster. And then it slowly dawned on me that the big hullabaloo that I saw this morning when I arrived was because Barack Obama was actually in the building. The building I was in. Which suddenly made all of the cops in the hallway make more sense. Sadly, I didn't get to see him in person. But I was so close. SO CLOSE!

So...yeah

I just wrote an entire post and chickened out of publishing it. The gist of it: am miserable, feel sad. But I feel guilty for complaining about pregnancy and I can't bring myself to put those thoughts on the internet.

Uh, what else is going on? Nothing (see above: miserable).

Alex and I watched the entire Firefly series this weekend. And then I convinced him to purchase the movie, "Serenity," last night and we stayed up late to finish it. I'm a pretty big Joss Whedon fan and am happy to have converted Alex to the Whedonverse as well. (Except that I finally got around to watching Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along-Blog and didn't like it. Woops. Guess I'm not as devoted as I thought.)

In other news, two of my dear friends from college (Hi Jenny! Hi Mel!) announced their pregnancies this past week! I am excited that we are all pregnant together and our children will be the same age. This will be super convenient for our yearly get togethers (we live far, far away from each other) as we can then share war stories of toddler tantrums and projectile bodily fluids. It's funny because I met these girls ten years ago when we began our freshman year of college. And now four of us (Bell is due...SOON) are pregnant at the same time. I'm not sure we could have planned it better.

New this week on the weirdo pregnancy symptoms list: water makes me vomit. Yes. Water - life-giving, hydrating, absolutely needed to survive, water is responsible for dry heaving and much weeping and gnashing of teeth. I was only half joking when I told Alex we were going to start keeping ice chips in the house.

False Start

Today was my first day at my new school. I'm interning at a local high school in the hopes of someday getting paid to mess with your child's mind. I kid, I kid! I do it out of love.

Alex and I are carpooling as much as possible these days to save on gas and so I don't have to drive. (I fear puking while driving! Even though I never puke! The most I do is dry heave!) This works out just fine for us because the school is right by his work. We got up a little late this morning, but we managed to make it out the door without me having a spectacular meltdown. I was very concerned about making it all day today as yesterday was the absolutely worst day yet of my "morning" sickness. (It really should be called "all day" sickness, by the way.) But I didn't want to cancel because it was my first day and I wanted to make a good impression, blah de dah.

I arrived at school, checked in, and saw that my supervisor was not in his office. I headed over to the intern office, put my lunch up, and pulled out some paperwork I needed to finish. I checked back, and still, no supervisor. I decide to ask the secretary if she knew where he was at. And yes, she did know. He was at home. Sick.

I tried to hide the HUGE sense of relief I felt the second she told me. I called Alex and asked him to please come pick me up. Because I needed to lay down ASAP. Don't get me wrong, I am definitely disappointed because I am ready to start getting hours in and learning how to do things in the school. I have been dying to start my new career and this is the first chance I have gotten to get hands on experience. But at the same time, WHEW. No crying in the staff bathroom! No sneaking off for snacks every hour! No fervent wishing for a couch to lay down on! Whee!

Tonight is my first pre-natal appointment. FINALLY. Hopefully the doctor won't call in sick too.

Pregnancy Makes You Stupid

I just spent 10 minutes freaking out that I couldn't find a friend's registry at Bed, Bath, and Beyond. What would we get them if I couldn't find their registry? Are they not registered there? I put in the names of both members of the couple and NOTHING. That stupid little red text came up every time. I frantically IM'ed Alex and told him I could not find their registry! We are terrible friends!

And then I realized I was putting the last name in the first name box and vice versa.

Bleeach

So I'm pregnant. And miserable. Insanely, mind-numbingly miserable. I'm having one of those first trimesters that people don't talk about because then the human race would become extinct. I am nauseous CONSTANTLY. But never enough to puke and get it over with. I just ALWAYS feel sick. And I have felt like this for over a month. For reals. I started feeling bad right around the last time I posted in July. Coincidence? I think not.

For example, today is Monday. I haven't left the house since Thursday. I haven't showered since Saturday. The reason I showered Saturday? Because I was feeling gross for not showering since Thursday. I don't know why, but showering reduces me to tears and makes me feel extra sick. Why is that? The hot water? The prolonged period of standing upright? (10 minutes! Of standing! Oh no!) Today , I had to go outside to check the license plate of the Vue so I could pay the OUTRAGEOUS parking permit fee for the fall semester. And it felt weird. Weird to go OUTSIDE INTO SUNSHINE. I walked back inside and fought back the urge to puke. (Though, to be fair, the urge to puke might have come from having to pay $135 for a freaking NIGHT PASS for GRADUATE SCHOOL that doesn't even cover ALL THE PARKING LOTS ON CAMPUS.) I then had to go lay down. And this post? Has taken me almost an hour to write because I had to lay down TWICE while writing it.

On the plus side, I have watched endless hours of Summer Olympics coverage. Bob Costas and I are BFF. Same with that weird dude who does the daytime coverage. I have yet to learn his name but I *heart* him as well. If only they could calm my troubled innards. Until then, I'm going to keep eating small meals and praying that the neighbors' dog will suddenly become mute and let me sleep for CRYING OUT LOUD, my god people, why don't you control your animal!? I am pregnant and miserable and am not above throwing rocks at you! Not that I have the stamina to stand up and throw a rock, but still! Don't underestimate me!

Where I've Been...Sorta...More Like What I've Been Up To A.K.A God Help Us All

Blurgh

Been busy. Been sick. More details to come. But can I just say that Michael Phelps is going to give me a heart attack? Please let his races end soon. My heart cannot handle it!