When I found out I was pregnant, I was surprised to learn that I was already over five weeks along. Five weeks? I thought. But I’m feeling GREAT!
I went to work the next few days, and still everything carried on just as normal. This is going to be a piece of cake!
Then week six hit…
The nausea was relentless all day and all night, my mouth tasted like death no matter how many mints I ate and I was always so, so tired. I soon realized that I was not in charge anymore, and it didn’t take long before the little Evil Dictator got its nickname.
I kept picturing the Brain (from the cartoon Pinky and The Brain) curled up inside of me barking orders. 
“Did I SAY you could get out of bed?!!!”
“WHY are you still STANDING?!!!”
“Don’t eat that!!!”
“Or that!!”
“Nope, not that either!!”
It was rough. Luckily it all started to subside around week 10 and I’ve been feeling much better since then.
Now here’s hoping the baby is a little cuter than the Brain!
Sue Drews
8 years ago
I refuse to accept that nickname for my newest little grandbaby! (I’m really not thrilled with one you’ve given my grandpuppy either: Psycho Killer???)
Obviously, your baby could only be a little sweetie pie!
jdandkd
8 years ago
Knock on wood, but Pyscho Killer seems to be gone. He’s now “Sweet Little Puppy.” Same goes for Baby D!!! I don’t even remember an evil dictator at this point!! :)