Yup, sounds like me. There are, however, several years between now and being a graduated, licensed veterinarian to think it over (and just get over the squeamishness). I'm reliably told that all emergency workers vomit the first time, and everybody vomits for the first human autopsy, or the first murder scene, too. It's normal to be squeamish, but eventually, what made you squeamish becomes the new normal. I'm still not over it, but it's becoming more normal and less squeamish. In another decade, I'll probably be fine with dissections and needles and howling puppies and blood and gore and guts. I'm still nauseated during dissections, but it's becoming less an issue of the subject and more just a smell thing. The chemicals used in preserving specimens for dissection just reek like crazy. Not that dissections are the most appetizing of experiences, of course.
Blood would always make me weak in the knees and elbows. I'd get lightheaded, feel super nauseous, take hours to recover, that sort of thing. But I'm better about it now, and recovery doesn't take as long anymore. It'll get easier, and then, why, you'll feel like a bad mammajamma then!
Worst case, you'd make a kick butt science teacher.
I gave her her break this afternoon and went ahead and candled the eggs while I was at it. They are on day 16 and actually kind of look it. I'm going off of memory, though, and comparing to egg candling pictures online now. Best I can tell is they are at some point in development between day 16 and 18. I think I will go ahead and leave her on the nest tomorrow, unless she's really desperate to get out. She usually stays seated until the door opens, so I'm thinking she won't try to get up or anything on her own and knock the eggs around or something. Here's hoping, anyway!
It's getting crowded in there!! I hope they all four make it out! 
