I’m tired. My na-na’s itch. My belly is sore. These prenatals give a constant nasty taste in my mouth. My hands are swollen. I can’t button my pants. And all I want to eat is eggs, sunny side up. I ate about 4 on Thursday night. I was up at 11:30 pm frying eggs. Then I ate 3 this morning.
Yesterday I felt good enough to fix dinner. After work, I went to the grocery store, bought some food and some flowers for Soul, came home and cooked. I fried catfish, boiled the ricotta stuffed shells and topped them w/pasta sauce, and heated the garlic bread. It was good but I couldn’t eat much of it. I started to feel a little nauseous, then got tired and went to bed.
Oh, how exciting my life is. I come home, eat and go to sleep. Sometimes I look at all my cute stilettos in the closet and mourn b/c I’ll probably never wear them again. What a waste. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to be pregnant, but being tired all the time sucks. And being pregnant has just exaggerated the fact that I don’t have any friends up here, so even if I wanted to go out and have a nice time, I wouldn’t have anyone to go with. I hope I don’t end up as one of those mothers who schedules play dates w/her kid’s friends just so I can befriend the kid’s parents.
I’m just having random thoughts tonight. My brain is mush and I feel the need to vent. Unfortunately that’s all I can articulate right now.
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