Today, for the first really REAL time, I felt like the stereotypical pregnant girl. I got up this morning feeling like a mountain was on my stomach... and shoulders, back, face... It was awesome. It could have had something to do with gorging myself at Alamo Drafthouse last night but that's besides the point.
Thankfully, Joshua was a total gem and brought me cereal and tomato juice in bed. Felt much better. I could drink a gallon of tomato juice every day and still want more.
Time to leave for work and I step outside to the wretched aroma of dog crap. Full-on, steaming dog crap, as if it was smeared on my nose. It's even worse when I get to work. Can't explain that one.
Walk into the building - mildew. On everything. On my hands even. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME???!?
The morning was torture, but relief came at lunch with a trip to Taco Cabana... as if it were 3:00am and I was headed home from Fitzgeralds. My drunk comfort food is also my pregnant comfort food. Know that Alanis song? Yeah, it's ironic.
Things have switched from feeling weird at night to feeling useless in the morning. Here we go folks. Joshua better buckle his seatbelt.
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