I had a boss who was pregnant and she couldn't make it in her car to work in the mornings without having to pull over at a Burger King on the way to barf, hoping to God that the bathroom wasn't occupied. She got self conscious about doing it every day, so she'd buy some french fries so they'd know she was a paying customer.
She arrived late sometimes. One day when she hadn't showed up yet, someone asked where she was and someone else said, "probably blowing chunks somewhere."
I don't envy you. Squeezing something the size of a bowling ball out of a golf ball sized hole is gonna be the icing on the cake.
When I see pictures of mothers holding their freshly born babies, they may be smiling, but their bodies, hair, and complexion look like they've been through hell.