False Pregnancy?

After walking around all day in misery because of a stiff neck I acquired from over doing it in my yoga class last night, I'm having second thought about this whole natural child birth thing. I am so not into pain.  I also started taking multivitamins and am feeling sick to my stomach (*wahh).  I've always been really sensitive to taking vitamins and am now wondering how much of a role a new diet packed with prenatal vitamins might play into women suffering "morning" sickness, which I just learned does not limit its self to just mornings...and neither does the swishy stomach an over dose of vitamins creates.

Another pregnancy thing I'm starting to question is the emotional roller coster pregnant women experience due to all the extra hormones racing around in their bodies.  I've been experiencing an abundance of emotions lately, which is not at all the norm for me, and I'm not pregnant, only thinking about it.

There have been several instances as of late that have gotten me a little more than teary eyed.  This is completely embarrassing, but here goes...I was watching American Idol the other night (that's the embarrassing part) and it was the episode where the final three contestants get to go back to their hometown and are greeted with a hero's welcome.  At first I'm doing fine, but half way through the show it was all over. Cut to the scene with Phil Phillips and his dad at the pawn shop.  Dad's got a pistol strapped to his belt and a full white beard.  Clearly a manly man.  Father looks into the camera beaming with pride, puts his arm around his son and cries on national TV because he is just so proud of his son he can't stand it.  Son (who looks a whole lot like my little brother) looks up at father with red rimmed eyes, a smile on his face, and a quivering chin.  I lose it. End scene.

Obviously that was meant to be emotional, but not nearly on the level to warrant a cry fest (I pulled it together and denied being moved to tears when my husband asked). I was actually thinking about the scene on the way home from work the other day and felt myself close to the edge again. While I am often envious of people who are able to express their emotions freely and often, this is not a usual skill of mine.  And it keeps happening. This is just one example.

I suppose I've had this kind of emotional experience before. There was the time I lost it over a Friendly's commercial and then again broke down a few times trying to describe it to others. This is how it went: It's parent teacher night and a little boy in 1st grade brings his dad in. He's leading his dad around the room by hand, and on  one of the walls there is a display of pictures students have drawn of their heroes.  Pan in on the kid's drawing and he labeled the crayon drawn stick figure "my dad".  Dad's chin quivers and then he takes his kid to Friendly's for a Sunday.

There's just something about father child pride and joy scenes that get me every time. Probably because my dad is so great and, at times, emotional and always loving. I also know Loren is going to be an amazing father, which is kind of exciting to think about.

When I first started thinking seriously about having baby, I found myself analyzing everything about Loren and our relationship to an unreasonable extent.  Anything that might have previously bothered me slightly, felt like such a huge deal because it turned into, "how are we going to deal with this in addition to having a new kid around?" or "When would we have time to take care of that issue/pile of laundry/chore/errand and a new baby?" and on and on.  Loren didn't know I was thinking about kids at the time or analyzing our relationship in this way, which made me appear to be overly cranky and picky (and I suppose I was.  Here he would say, "Was?").  Of course, I didn't verbalize what I was thinking about because, as it turns out, I'm about as good at expressing my thought as I am my emotions.

I wonder how many women who are pregnant experience the weight of over analyzing everything in efforts to make sure all will be as perfect as possible in time to greet the arrival of her baby.  I guess what I'm trying to say is, the overwhelming string of thoughts that come along with considering the conception of a child alone was enough to cause an emotional whirl wind for me.  If I were pregnant would this be blamed on hormones or be called irrational?

So to sum it up:

I'm not pregnant, but...

I "experienced" morning sickness. Explanation: I felt queasy (very near puking) all day as a result of multi vitamins.

I "experienced" crazy emotional swings:  Explanation: I'm overly emotional and kind of extra cranky at times as a result of over analyzing everything in attempts to mentally prepare for a baby.

I've also been having a really hard time sleeping, but that's normal for me.

--> I've been reading about false pregnancy - which I am not claiming to be experiencing.  It's kind of crazy though. Apparently there was a case where the doctors did not realize this woman wasn't actually not pregnant until they cut her open for a c-section. They had been monitoring an impacted poop the whole time. Silly doctors.


**UPDATE: turns out I actually was pregnant by about a week, although I would imagine it was way to early to experience any symptoms.