Early pregnancy symptoms are bizarre. Here is a breakdown, with all the gory details:
My breastestes
All I have to say, is damn! First of all, they are giant. I mean porn star big. And freaking heavy! I have somewhat impressive tatas in the first place, but yowza! These have become outrageous. Second of all, OUCH! They kill. I mean agony if Brent so much as breathes on them crosswise. If this keeps up, I can't imagine my belly will be the problem when trying to see my shoes in a few month!
The world stinks!
So let me go on record my saying that typically, I adore Panda Express. What can I say, I am a sucker for cheap, mass produced, sodium laden chinese food. However, this past weekend, during a stroll through the foodcourt, I turned the loveliest shade of pea green at the overwhelming aroma of stir fry. Even now, just thinking about it I have had to move my trash can a little closer to my chair. Oh, and a hearty thanks to my darling sister Emily who thought it was downright hilarious to blow her chopped liver breath in my face on Saturday. Don't worry sister dear, payback is a bitch.
I want to sleep, even more than usual...
As most of you may know, I commonly enjoy a little afternoon shluff in my car during my lunchhour, but lately I have been seriously contemplating pulling a Costanza and hiding under my desk for a brief siesta. I can barely make it through the day I am so tired all the time. The darn sea monkey is stealing all my spunk! Oh well, I guess he needs it more than I do...
Oh and yeah, that is right, I think it is a HE. No reason really, other than a hunch. Apparently my dad is laboring under the delusion that I will be naming him Harry Kansas Joseph. Don't ask me where he came up with that one, because I couldn't tell you if I tried. I will let you decide for yourself if you think he is on to something.
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