Even if I hadn't tested, I would suspect something was up. I nearly yakked last night when I hopped out of bed to go to the bathroom. There will be no more hopping out of bed in the near future. Food is also an odd thing: I'm hungry but can be easily repulsed by the most innocent of foods.
And then we have the boobs. I used to have very small boobs. But 3 1/2 years of breastfeeding (and a couple of extra pounds) truly changed that. Now, however, they are both sore and enornmous. It hurts to lie on my stomach and it's frightening to see me in some regular shirts. When I told my students that I was going to California for a medical leave, I assured them I wasn't dying. Then I added, I'm also not going to California for cosmetic surgery. I'm not sure they would believe me right now.