Of course I think there is nothing quite so lovely as my husband and I hope our child is blessed with his dark good looks. I'm especially hoping that right now as I wait for the arrival of the rumored "pregnancy glow." Perhaps it's because I haven't felt great this weekend, but I look in the mirror and I see a foreign reflection. I'm a frumpy little thing with yellow skin and shadows under her eyes. Last night I said to Chris, "Perhaps she's a girl and she's stolen my beauty."
But it's Friday, and I am confident the weekend will provide time for much needed rest and exercise. The nausea is gone and I can turn my attention to battling the fatigue. And next week, the Angie I know will reappear.