Dude.
What are you *doing* in there? All the internets say that the second trimester is easier. Oh, it's sooooo easy, they say. It's like you forget you're even pregnant at all, they say.
And yet here I am, parked on the couch, having gotten in the shower at 4:30 in the afternoon and then changed directly into fresh pajamas. I did get a decent chunk of work done today.
But I'm also slowly sipping a glass of grapefruit juice in the hopes that it will help me stop thinking about barfing.
Because I am thinking a lot about barfing.
Like. A whole lot.
It gets worse at night.
Cut me some slack, Succotash.
I mean, I love you, don't get me wrong.
But I could use a little slack over here.
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