As of late, I have ditched my longtime gum preference because it's just too strong, bought every fragrance of Febreze because I can't stand the smell of our apartment...I've narrowed it down to something in the pantry, my new bedtime is 8:30pm, I can still button my jeans, but I am left with a very serious impression at the end of the day from all the tension on my stomach. Now I have lowered my standards of a great day to being able to eat and keep down three meals and having any friends left at the end of the day. Not only have I been a bit wrapped up in self-pity from my all-day nausea, but I have became surprisingly bold. You know the filter that helps you not say everything you think? That filter took a vacation. The other day at a party with a bunch of girlfriends, I put my foot in my mouth in a big way and didn't even realize it until way later. Another observation about pregnancy is that I have to eat every 1.5 hours or so or I will start gagging. Eating is no longer fun and I am very unimaginative when it comes to what it is...last night, my bedtime snack was croutons.
I seriously can't wait for the baby to be here.;) As long as the baby keeps growing strong and healthy, who cares if I constantly eat, blow up like a balloon, can't chew gum, and have some hard days.
Baby, you are loved by your mommy and daddy. We can't wait to meet you!!
