No, no. I'm awake.

This morning, Dave rolled over and asked me if I was okay.

I presume this is because the alarm had been blaring the Counting Crows for half an hour and I hadn't even rolled over for my obligatory saltines yet. Oh, and he didn't have to get up.

I am fine, actually, but TIRED. Exhausted. I choked down five saltines and rolled over for 20 more minutes. Finally got up, dressed and headed out the door.

My friend JoAnne says that this is temporary. She says that, right at the beginning of my second trimester, I'm going to feel great. No more nausea. Boost of energy. Belly.

God I hope so.