madame zippy
6 weeks 6 days
I am so tired today. I have been breaking my self-imposed rules and going to bed later and later each night. What is it about human (or maybe just my) nature that makes me want to stay up late? I am not missing anything! Well mark my words... tonight I am going to bed early.
Tomorrow my baby will be the size of a pea, or raspberry, depending on where I read about it. I prefer the raspberry description, because peas are gross.
In fact, these days, most food is gross. It's so hard to find something appealing that doesn't totally gross me out. I can barely go in the kitchen without gagging at the food smells, and last week when I went to the grocery store, it was only by force of will that I didn't get sick to my stomach. I do have to force myself to eat, unfortunately. The little Berry needs the calories, and I've discovered that eating every 3 hours or so is the only thing that keeps me from feeling gross all day.
This pregnancy thing is harder than I thought it would be. Even so, I wouldn't change it for anything. It's not fun feeling crappy, but it is going to be so worth it when I finally get to see my baby! I am keeping my eyes on the prize, so to speak.
In other news, work has been driving me nuts lately. I swear, some coworkers were put on this earth just to make my life harder and more irritating. Why do people have to keep changing their freaking specs?? Just ask for something concrete - and I will make it exactly as you say - and then be happy with the freaking result!! GAH. It's like, "I know this is exactly what I asked for, but now I actually want something totally different. Why didn't you do it the different way?" I do not do your job, therefore how can I predict what you will need? I am not a mind reader, folks.
I am so tired today. I have been breaking my self-imposed rules and going to bed later and later each night. What is it about human (or maybe just my) nature that makes me want to stay up late? I am not missing anything! Well mark my words... tonight I am going to bed early.
Tomorrow my baby will be the size of a pea, or raspberry, depending on where I read about it. I prefer the raspberry description, because peas are gross.
In fact, these days, most food is gross. It's so hard to find something appealing that doesn't totally gross me out. I can barely go in the kitchen without gagging at the food smells, and last week when I went to the grocery store, it was only by force of will that I didn't get sick to my stomach. I do have to force myself to eat, unfortunately. The little Berry needs the calories, and I've discovered that eating every 3 hours or so is the only thing that keeps me from feeling gross all day.
This pregnancy thing is harder than I thought it would be. Even so, I wouldn't change it for anything. It's not fun feeling crappy, but it is going to be so worth it when I finally get to see my baby! I am keeping my eyes on the prize, so to speak.
In other news, work has been driving me nuts lately. I swear, some coworkers were put on this earth just to make my life harder and more irritating. Why do people have to keep changing their freaking specs?? Just ask for something concrete - and I will make it exactly as you say - and then be happy with the freaking result!! GAH. It's like, "I know this is exactly what I asked for, but now I actually want something totally different. Why didn't you do it the different way?" I do not do your job, therefore how can I predict what you will need? I am not a mind reader, folks.