I'm just about 7 weeks along now. Physically I am feeling great, not a bit of nausea. I have been exceptionally tired this past week though. This morning Darren got up before me. I am usually up and out of bed right away without a problem. This morning was rough though. I just couldn't seem to get going. I told Darren I was just going to call in sick. He didn't like that idea. He actually told me I need to save my sick days for when I'm pregnant! What? Hello! I already am pregnant! He can't seem to understand that. He thinks I will only be pregnant when I'm like 7 months along and huge! Its a bit annoying. Darren seems to think I have no reason to be tired. He thinks I spent the whole weekend doing nothing. Well, it was Harry Potter weekend, so I did spend a big portion reading, but I also did the dishes, washed and folded 4 loads of laundry, vaccuumed the house, and went grocery shopping. I think I accomplished a lot. I also exercised for 45 minutes both Saturday and Sunday. That, on top of the fact that I'm pregnant, is a lot of work. I am tired. I just want a little sympathy once in a while. Ok, enough bitching. I'm over it now.
In other news, I think we may have settled on baby names. We have tentatively agreed. Anything can change, so I think I'm going to keep names to myself until we know for sure what we are having. The only sticking point I can see now is that Darren insists our child have 2 middle names. I think its a completely ridiculous notion, but I can see that I will most likely cave first. Darren is waaay too stubborn to budge on anything. :)