Pregnancy woes

Horray! I am now officially 12 weeks, and we heard the heartbeat yesterday, so we are finally starting to feel excited. The baby seems to be doing fine, growing right along schedule. According to my maternity book, the baby is the size of an apple; according to Bryan's book, the baby now stands the height of "a fine cigar."
As I was so sick the first few months, I lost 10 lbs from all the nausea. I have finally started to feel a little better and my weight has levelled back out. I haven't gained anything, except to gain back the 10lbs I lost. So I now weigh the same I weighed before pregnancy. Apparently any nutrition I take in, the baby gets. Subsequently, I still feel really exhausted most days, and still have a lot of food aversions, but at least the puking has subsided to only a few times a week, as oppossed to several times a day.
My hormones are in full bloom and I've developed a lovely case of acne. I have to keep the tweezers close by for daily facial maintenance.
I've developed a little bubble on my front. Most maternity clothes are still a little too baggy, but regular clothes are way too tight. I spend most days at home in one of Bryan's T-shirts and a pair of sweats, (which is such a nice look.) I bought some maternity jeans at Target yesterday, but am finding the button over the zipper to be annoying and causing discomfort...not sure what I'm going to do about that yet. I was also saddened to discover that even size XL stretchy t-shirts are too clingy to be worn in public. All the maternity shirts fit me like tents, but it seems a tent is what I'll have to contend with soon. I have two button-down shirts that I can still wear without being innapropriate, so I save them for the days I sub, or go the store. I'm told that many women just wear their husband's shirts during this time. The problem is my husband is 6'2", whereas I'm 5'2". So to wear his shirts, I look like a little kid playing dress-up.
I'm not quite sure why it is some folks say that there is nothing more beautiful than a pregnant woman; I just feel nasty.