This month Florence soaked the east coast, the Emmys had a political undertone (shocking, I know), fall arrived and I announced to the world that I am pregnant. Yes, March of 2019 will bring not one but two bundles of joy to the Greenwell family. It's a bit of a weird sensation being pregnant for the first time at 43 years old, but my old bones and I are taking note of every oddity and emotion.

I was thrilled to get rid of all the medications, needles and worry of the long process it took for us to achieve a BFP (Big Fat Positive in the lingo of all the fertility blogs). I have had daily 20GA needles in my a$$, not to mention multiple shots in the stomach and up to 9 vials of blood drawn regularly over the past four years. Many a med student has learned from their visit to the room while my doctor prodded my lady parts and I have had too many sensitive surgeries to count. I feel like I should have charged admission to help offset the costs, but I think that could have been interpreted the wrong way. To date, getting pregnant has been the hardest thing I have ever done and also my most proud accomplishment.

I haven't had too much morning sickness in the form of vomit, but I have felt on the verge of puking for almost four months now. Headaches have been my biggest pregnancy symptom, migraines to be specific. I think I'd rather puke. My dear husband diffuses mint oil, puts a bag of frozen baby lima beans on my head and puts me in a dark, silent room to help.

Since I have been on a diet every day for about the past 40 years, I have been enjoying some guilt-free eating. The first two months all I wanted was broccoli, chickpeas, and cottage cheese. My normally carnivorous diet has turned my nose and I can't even think about shellfish without gagging. One morning at about 2 am I woke to crave a hot dog and cereal, together. My husband did his best to feed me but by the time he made them, that craving had passed. Sweet Frog is craved almost daily.

I have been so, so tired since becoming pregnant. I have been advised by new moms to sleep as much as I can now because once I have two babies, sleep will become precious. Nick and I were at the hospital waiting for yet another shot for me and a surge of exhaustion came over me. I went into the hospital Chapel and took a power nap. I figured if anyone came in to pray, they'd be sensitive to a snoring pregnant lady and not judge me.

Emotions, I don't even try to control them anymore. You never know if my response will be tears or rage. Life in stretch pants that come up to my bra line has been a rollercoaster so far.

From the moment Nick and I saw our baby Green beans do Tae-Bo on the ultrasound, we knew we were in for the ride of our lives and can't wait for their arrival.