The second trimester for “Dos” has come and gone. Judging by how many weeks come and gone tell me I’ll deliver on the #2 child syndrome of getting the second-hand shaft...
Don’t worry kid - my bar for your brother was low... I gave him pacis off the floor too.
Alas, here are definitely mostly evil thoughts from the last 3 months:
Jilted: I threw up all over myself on my way to work... awesome. I now hate anyone who brags about feeling good in the 2nd...
Who’s Got Spirit: Pregnancy may have influenced My participation in Christmas spirit week ... onesie to work.
Note: this is a #latergram - I’m not posting from my “you can’t tell I’m pregnant but can tell I gained weight” stage.
More Insomniac Thoughts: My pregnancy insomnia has led me to think about the deeper things in life...
Like whether or not celebrities have junk drawers...
Danger Zone: Justin has requested I label food he’s not allowed to eat
But Really... It Is...
Justin: Can you get me a beer?
Me: Hmmm... it’s only 8:18... we can still make the 9 o’clock news.
Justin: Huh?
Me: *Mimicking a reporter “Breaking news tonight: Pregnant woman murders husband - gets off scot-free when she tells police he asked her to fetch a beer.”
At the least, I’d like to say that in the last 3 months I did my part for parents of teenagers everywhere. Not only did my 4 cartons of lemonade educate 16 year old grocery pick-up clerk about pregnancy cravings... I’m sure I scared him into a social media post that sparked a viral vow of celibacy.
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