Dang. I'm not very good at being pregnant. First off, I hate working out and eating well which results in something shy of a Goddess physique. Second- I become a hermit. I hate the phone, avoid most social situations and have become friends with, of all people, my sewing machine. (That's when you know it's bad). Lastly, I cannot shake this effing headache. My left eye finally gave up the fight and has been blurry for a week now. It's a humming, constant and specific pain that makes me want to kick puppies. I had them with Brooks but wasn't as effected because I was out of my P.J.'s, working and napping 4 hours a day.
When I look at the overall situation, with my one good eye, I know it'll pass and be well worth it. However, that baby better bring a great gift for mommy this time- like a baby grand or something.