Some things I've noticed

We are at 9 weeks 3 days today and my first observation was confirmed in a hilarious book a friend recommended to me called "The Girlfriends Guide to Pregnancy" by Vicki Iovine (who I found out later is Jimmy Iovine's ex wife....innnnteresting).  Anyway, back to the observation-pregnancy time makes NO sense.  You are "pregnant" 2 weeks before you're actually pregnant which means you are actually only pregnant for about 38 weeks.  Also, week 9 started the 3rd month of my pregnancy according to all of the pregnancy calculations, but it's only been 2 months and 2 days since the day that I was technically pregnant but not actually pregnant until 2 weeks (and 2 days) later.  So I've been REAL pregnant for not even 6 weeks.  Got it????  Yeah, me neither.  So, instead of telling people how many months I am, I'll tell them how many weeks I am, even when I'm up in the 20s and 30s.  Or maybe at that point I'll just tell them how long I have left.  Or, if I don't want to talk to them, I'll launch into this speech about pregnancy timing and they will run away screaming with their fingers in their ears.  Exxxxcellent.
Observation number 2-parts of me that haven't ever been that oily before, and that I'd prefer not be oily could now be classified as oil slicks.  Namely, my hair and face.  I've NEVER washed my hair every day, and to be perfectly honest, will sometimes go 2 or (rarely, but yes, it happens) 3 days between hair washings (don't worry, I still take body showers, chill).  Now after a day (especially if I've straightened it) it's got a not-so-attractive oily shine.  Unfortunately I've never been one to worry about my appearance (hellllo, no grown-up make-up until I was 26) so every other day hair washing will continue until and only if I can no longer take it.  My face at the end of the day is also out of control, but nothing a little Noxzema can't handle.
Observation number 3- even though the little baby blob is only the size of a grape, my body has jumped into super size mode.  My tummy is poking out even though I haven't gained much weight I'm assuming because (boys, look away, girl words to follow) my uterus is huge.  And, I've also read (and whole-heartedly believe) that my digestion has slowed waaaay down so I can get every last nutrient out of everything (including that awesome doughnut I just ate, but more on that later).  Because I eat about 400 times per day, I pretty much have a food baby at all times.  Food baby+grape baby+giant uterus=poking out tummy.  Also, some things that have no business getting any bigger EVER (I'll let you figure that out) are already growing.  Honestly, is that necessary??  I'll end this observation by saying if you're near me, heads up...literally.
Finally, if my husband keeps being so awesome I'll surely weigh 300 pounds by December.  The other day I was saying how I had stopped with a friend who was helping me with work stuff to get a Krispy Kreme doughnut and I REALLY wanted another one.  Well, when awesome hubs stopped at the store on the way home today, he picked up a box of 6 (2 plain, 2 chocolate glazed and 2 choc glazed with sprinkles-because I know you were curious).  I've managed to only eat 1 chocolate glazed and half of a plain (and NOT eat my ice cream tonight) but I can clearly hear them calling me right now.  DOUUUUGHHHHNUTTTSSS - EAAATTTTT DOUUUGHHHNUUTTSS!!  We are about to watch "The Biggest Loser" so I'm hoping they will be the inspiration I need to just say no, but usually I end up in the kitchen about half way through the show because I feel like SOMEONE needs to be eating delicious things and they clearly are not.  I'm sure there are other things I've observed but they aren't coming to mind at the moment so I'll get back to you later.