I am way to tired to be blogging, but Sam is cutting up chicken for chicken salad and it is making me barfy. The office is the only place I can be right now.
Let me preface this by saying that I’ve had a relatively easy pregnancy. Only threw up twice, beautiful hair and nails, not much weight gain (granted, I am only 10 weeks in). But today I had me a day. A day when I felt sorry for myself and pouted. I didn’t even shower. I just put on my new jammie pants and wallowed.
I. Am. So. Tired. And I’ve been tired. And nauseous. Since day 1. I am at the point where I feel like I am going to feel this way FOREVER. I will never NOT be queasy. I will never NOT be fatigued. I will never be myself again. EVER. Honest to God. How do pregnant women work during the first trimester? I work most the time from home and I am a total zombie with tears by 2PM. They are the true heroes who deserve a federal holiday. Columbus Day my ass.
Of course, I know that is total bologna, but hey, such is life. As Mama always said, tomorrow will be better.
