No, really, I promise I didn't forget about you.

I think I've mentioned before that I'm not an overly religious person, well, not religious at all. For many years, I would announce I'm atheist, because it seemed cooler, like I'd made up my mind and that was that. But I'm secure enough with myself these days to admit I'm really agnostic, a position much easier to reconcile with my belief in, bordering fear of, Karma. I'm capitalizing her name these days out of respect.

Other than a few cramps and the overwhelming exhaustion, exhaustion that makes it difficult to get out of bed after 10 hours of sleep, exhaustion that makes it take 20 minutes to traverse the 50 yards from my car to the store front, I've had very few overt pregnancy symptoms. Yesterday, I read online about a friend's pregnancy nausea. Hi Gene! This friend conceived at almost the exact same time I did. Having recently read that 90% of women who experience morning sickness carry to term, I couldn't help but worry that I had yet to experience it. I should have known better. Karma must have been checking in on me at that exact moment, because last night it hit and it's still going strong 12 hours later.

Tomorrow is my first ultrasound and of course what I'm hoping for most is that everything looks perfect, that everyone involved is healthy and progressing normally. But of course the answer to "How many?" is right up there, too. Think "happy baby thoughts"!