I can't take WHAT?

Okay, yeah, I know everyone's thinking, "how much can she possibly bitch three days after the test"?

Let's just call it the "diagnosis" instead.  A diagnosis for which there ain't much treatment or cure.  What the HELL is wrong with the world where a severe medical condition, which usually ends in a giant creature emerging from a cute little hole, is treated with NOTHING!!

I love modern medicine.  I take pills.  I love the fact that most ailments can be cured with a simple pharmaceutical solution.  Imitrex for migraines, plenty of Vicodin on hand for the random back ache (oh, and more recently, for the jaw surgery I have been prepped for but can no longer have), Ambien for sleep...my love of modern medical advancements is waning though as I am stuck with TYLENOL.  Seriously?  All this time and we're still saying that Tylenol is the only thing those of us afflicted with this diagnosis can take?  Through the aches and pains, the sleeplessness, the nausea....TYLENOL???  This is just wonderful, Tylenol does absolutely nothing for me.  Let's see...quit smoking, quit drinking, cancel surgery after having majority of molars mangled in preparation leaving nerve endings hanging out all over my jaw, quit prescribed pain medications, and AVOID STRESS???

When I find the cure for this diagnosis I am going to devote all of my time and fund-raising efforts to come up with new drugs for the alien-invaded.  This makes NO SENSE!

Lovely...Alien Invasion

Researching the beauty of the "First Trimester".  Sounds like a great ride and gee, why don't more people do this!?!

Trimester ONE:

Bigger Boobs (and sore).  This is just fabulous, I'm already a D cup...

Frequent Urination - Nice one, since I'm in the travel business.  Oh, and to boot I get to give up my beloved Tab since they sure don't make that caffeine free!

Fatigue - Lovely, since it's now time to hustle my ass off and make some money to pay for baby.

Mood Swings - Again, great contribution to the career...

As for myself, what are we...two days in of full knowledge, about 4 weeks along.  Giant zit on my nose, already nauseous and totally exhausted.  Also have been having some extensive dental work done, the final surgery was to be in one week, guess what happens there!

I am sure that by the time that I finally publish this I will certainly not be quite as bitter about this entire ordeal, plus I might be willing to tell others!  I give it maybe a month...