I recently acknowledged that I am not longer in control. Things have been much better ever since I came to this realization. The foods that I usually love & crave end up with me being sick. Lounging in my favorite positions is out. I wake up 30 minutes before my alarm on most mornings, though there's rarely a day where I couldn't take a nap. Then there's making plans. We've learned not to decide what we're going to do in advance. Instead each night he says what kind of night is it and we go from there.
I can be a bit of a control freak. I guess this is the baby's way of getting me ready for all of the things I won't be able to control over his/her lifetime.