Week 8 1 day

I've been back to work for a week now. My blood pressure is absolutely through the roof, so how long this lasts, who knows.
I've been so naseated for days and I seriously think I've become lactose intolerant as icecream didn't bode well. I'm exhausted and could sleep at the drop of a hat but bedtime, I'm waking at 630-7 every morning, even if I fall asleep at 1am.

I'm whinging aren't I?

I had a huge fight with my mother over this but I think we've agreed to disagree for the moment. She seems to think that I should be done with this and move on with my life and that it will be all ok because she will take care of me.
She doesn't seem to understand that this is something that I have wanted for as long as I can remember. Devin is ecstatic, his family is excited, my step-sister Adena is excited... everyone except my mother.
Dev and I have agreed that he will pay child support. He has agreed to buy all the neccessities and we're doing this together.
We've asked Adena and Glenn to be godparents and both have emphatically and ecstatically said yes.
I have been desparately trying to quit smoking - I have cut waaaaaay back and slowly weaning myself off.

In talking with Adena, she suggested I keep a list of foods that haven't gone over well and see if baby likes/dislikes later on... So far on the list is butterscotch icecream and milk.

My sense of smell is completely crazy. For three days, everything smelled like pot. I haven't been anywhere near it or anyone smoking it and I could smell it everywhere, even the doctor's office. Then after that, it was two days of bacon smell.

Everyone has all this advice and I love them for it... but holy shit batman, I have done this before folks. :-)

And on that note, its bedtime for bonzo.