My energy level is down today and my lunch is just not sitting well.
Ugh -- pregnancy.
And I have five more months of this.
I can’t wait until I can write out a weekly meal plan without gagging at pictures in my cookbooks or thoughts of tomato sauce when Pat says he wants pasta this week.
I miss being able to have a glass of wine or a beer to unwind at night.
Oh to pop a pill and be rid of the sneezing, the sniffles, and the itching.
Sweet memories of when I could turn sideways and squeeze through tight spots without the worry of crushing a little being.
Is all the nausea, fatigue, and heaviness worth it?