Now that the news is out I can lament on what seemed like a good idea at the time... another baby. (See: thoughts from my 1st first trimester)
My doctor was highly amused when I came in and saw her... I told her she was good at lobotomies.
And while I’m eternally grateful for #2... it’s confirmed... pregnancy still sucks...
THOUGHTS (MOSTLY EVIL) FROM THE FIRST TRIMESTER
Irrational thoughts: I need to sabotage Whataburger so they stop making breakfast so I can stop smelling it in the office...
More irrational thoughts: Pregnancy insomnia has made me an expert in forensics (a la Forensic Files). I’m now confident I can break into the Whataburger by my office and shut it down without getting caught...
#Petty: Read that the Duchess does yoga when she can’t sleep. I now hate her guts.
But later...: I tried the yoga thing... instead of a tiara on my head I’m staring at dog hair on my floor... yup. Hate. Her.
On My List: After my 8th week of daily puking, had a friend tell me she LOVED being pregnant. I told her we had to break up.
On My List: After my 8th week of daily puking, had a friend tell me she LOVED being pregnant. I told her we had to break up.
Ugh. You’re kidding me.: Weeks in and I’m already peeing every hour on the hour... in the middle of the night. Crap.
When a prego goes shopping:
First time in my life I’ve ever bought a pomegranate.
And Finally: Things I don’t eat anymore 🤢
- Ice cream
- Spaghetti
- Chicken
- Pomegranates (but only because I’m lazy...)
