How are you feeling?

Lately I have been asked the question, "how are you feeling?" more than I have at any other point in my life. The reason for this is because I am 3 months pregnant (or at least I think this is the reason). I feel bad when I reply with a simple answer because it's usually not the whole truth. I have never felt so crappy in my entire life- NEVER! And people have never been this genuinely concerned either. I wish I could say, "Well, let's see... I threw up everything I ate for four days straight. I would eat ten pieces of rice chex cereal and BAM, I'd throw up. It got to the point that my throat and the roof of my mouth were so sore from the acid that I couldn't even close my mouth. So, my Doctor prescribed a nausea pill commonly given to cancer patients undergoing radiation. The two most common side-affects are headaches and constipation. Lucky me, right?" So is it wrong for me to say "I'm fine"? What happened to the days when people would pass me in a hall and ask how I was doing, but would be around the corner before I could give them an answer? I miss those days.

A Brain Fart

Often, I wonder what others would think of me if I were to honestly share my thoughts. For example, my first day of class I realized there were a few things I absolutely love about BYU. I love smelling others perfume in the open air of the courtyard, watching the geeks skip steps down the stairs so they're not late to class, back-packs with wheels, and my very favorite- stumbling upon the many Rip Van Winkles. Why do I love these things? Because they make me laugh. I don't know whether this makes me a candidate for "the jerk of the month club" or not, but I don't care. Sometimes I want to know what others will think so badly that I consider writing about these things on facebook. I start to think of a really clever and witty ways to bring up back-packs with wheels. I honestly spend so much time thinking about what would be the funniest way to write a short comment- it's embarrassing. Then, in my mind, I imagine people going to my post and literally laughing out loud- they couldn't help but comment or like my post/status, right?

Come to find out, this is what makes my husband hate facebook. Just minutes ago he tells me that he can't stand people who write things on facebook just to see what others will say. Do you want to know what I said to him? I told him that that is exactly what I use facebook for! He says that facebook was made to "stay connected!" Let's be honest, it used for bragging, cyber-stalking, and displaying your wits.