I will freely admit I wasn't my best self during the first 11 weeks of this pregnancy. I was actually a beast...a hungry and really mean one. It was very unbecoming. Luckily my Husband was overseas and not privy to my bad behavior during this time. He thinks I've been relatively lovely and calm during pregnancy. A few minor meltdowns here and there but nothing unusual. It was my poor family that witnessed the worst of it. My little sister who'd been begging me to make her an aunty for the past 6 years was most definitely wanting to renegotiate. I'm naturally a little volatile when in the company of my family but I took it to a whole new level. I was being compared to the evil villain Ursula from The Little Mermaid. To be fair I think everyone cracks it when they feel sick. It was a strange combination of feeling sick and hungry all at once. Mum was a gem and made me countless grilled cheese sandwiches and snacks. She was the only one who knew how it felt. I was SUPER lucky to not have the horrific morning sickness some women get. I didn't throw up. This was a big deal for me because I have a phobia of vomit. I was scared to get pregnant because I knew that vomiting usually comes with the territory. I went to a doctor once and told him about my phobia...I started crying, then he put me on a mental health plan.. I got scared and never followed up. So I just live with it, knowing that one day this little trinket inside me will probably vomit on me hundreds of times throughout his life and then go on to infect me with the horrendous virus and I'll just have to deal.