It just keeps getting better.

I came down with a freak case of pneumonia this weekend.  It was awesome.  But the best part of it was that during the whole ordeal the medical personnel would warn me about the risks of some of the tests on pregnant mothers.  Then when the test was complete they would smile and say, "Oh, and congratulations on your pregnancy!" Because what I really needed at that moment was their insincere happiness that I was pregnant while I suffered from pain and had to risk my unborn child's health to get to the bottom of it.

I am getting exponentially better every day, but unfortunately, the nausea remains.  Barf.