Not a magical pregnancy unicorn

I rarely write journal entries but I just thought I would make this one short and sweet.  I'm finishing up  my first trimester this week and I would like to say that I am officially NOT a magical pregnancy unicorn.  I feel like Elizabeth Banks in What to Expect sometimes.  I wish I could say its all rainbows and sunshine but I have vomited up my nose soooo many times, vomited so violently that I have peed myself - thankfully I was wearing a dress and just went commando until I could get home and in the shower to cry about how awful morning sickness is.  I have a tilted uterus and until it flips in a couple weeks my constipation has risen to a new level of ridiculousness because my baby is basically compressing my bowl, and if I'm not constipated I have the shits.  I am so happy to be pregnant finally, and naturally, and that the baby is healthy and growing well and I'm not high risk, but I now totally understand my friends who felt this was a means to an end.  I hope to like the next two trimesters much better, but I will probably end up being that person with pregnancy acne, extremely smelly uncontrollable farts, spontaneous peeing and back labor.  
Also, apparently being pregnant means that everyone who hasn't recently been pregnant, or has never been pregnant - aka my husband and my mom (i'm adopted) - feel they have the right to second guess my every decision and ask me if I'm sure that whatever I'm doing/feeling/eating is ok for the baby though they have never themselves bothered to consult an OB, the internet, open a book.  
Just needed to rant.