They totally mimic the very best, most fun parts of the first trimester of pregnancy. I? Am exhausted. Like, clawing my way to the couch by 4pm, crying about how tired I am by 7pm and falling asleep on the couch before 8pm tired. Oh, and nauseous. Which is awesome (please see my post from earlier in the week about how much I love and am not at all freaked out by the thought of throwing up)
So because of that I'm going to bed. Oh, and so as not to be anonymously accused of being a complainer (ha ha!), I have to say this will be more than worth it, 100 times over, if I am able to get pregnant, and I'll gladly feel like this every day for the next nine months if it works and I get knocked up.