I guess the perk to “morning” sickness is that my toilets have never been so clean. As I found myself wrapped around my Porcelain God at 12:30am I recalled a conversation I had with my MidWife last week: Me: When will the dry-heaving, nausea and constant feeling of yaking stop? MidWife: It mostly stops…sometimes… for … Continue reading
I believe I’m hitting the overly emotional part of my pregnancy. Example 1: Our 9 month old puppy is still struggling with potty training. That’s too damn old. We’ve started Puppy Boot Camp for him because I refuse to be damn 7 months pregnant trying to bend over to pick up dog shit in my … Continue reading
I train. It’s what I do. It makes me feel good and like I have a purpose. I’m a goal oriented person that does well with a routine and enjoys knowing what comes next. I’m a planner. I like control. I own these qualities about myself. Yes, they make me a little neurotic, but I … Continue reading
The last 3 weeks have been like waking up every single morning with the worst hangover of your life – but with no wild night before. I’m fairly certain a Big Mac would cure all of my problems, but actually getting it down is another story. I settle on crackers and ginger ale. My body aches … Continue reading
Damn girl, that's a lot of fattitude 