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.
Kisses- Preggernelly 2008
4 comments:
F'in babies. God love 'em.
My weight challenges your left eye to a duel. To the death.
See you in a few!!!
XOXO
PS. You can bring your sewing machine with you to Tucson.
I hope you're not driving to Tuscon :) You know if you ever need a little r&r, I'll gladly take Brooksy to play with my boys!
The good thing about you and your sewing machine becoming bff's is that your whole house will look fabulous with its all new upholstery.
What's wrong with being in love with your sewing machine? At least you don't also love paint.
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