Pregnancy symptoms: fast and furious, to the 3rd degree

I had an "oh my gosh, this is real" moment this morning. It was 4:30 and I woke up from the nausea. My stomach was growling. So there I was, making oatmeal and practically inhaling it to get it into my stomach before I throw up. It hit me: I'm so very, incredibly, joyously pregnant.

Two nights ago, dinner consisted of pickled Harvard beets and avocado. Not quite pickles and ice cream, but equally bizarre. It was beyond delicious. You should try it. Really.

My body has been hijacked by three little peanuts who are already ruling my life. (Yes, I know, I should get used to it!)

They tell me:
- when to eat (now!)
- what to eat (fruit & veg only, thank you very much)
- what not to eat (no.red.meat. that's an order. don't even look at it!)
- when to sleep (now!)
- how much to sleep (all the time)
- when to drink water (now!)
- how much water to drink (all.the.time except when it makes me nauseous, which is all the time too)
- what not to smell (dog food, smoke, food cooking, perfume, deodorant, cleaning solutions.)

I'm a carnivore, but the thought of coming near red meat makes my stomach churn now. I've been sticking to chicken, but that routine is getting old fast. I'm a self-admitted chocoholic, but it seems suddenly toxic.

Oh, what a strange trip this is.