More tired, but less sick. I’ll take it.
More irritable than the Unabomber. Mason doesn’t walk on egg shells, it’s more like ticking time bombs. He lives is a constant state of panic and fear. It would do Milly good, to adopt his mindset.
Holy cow (Wow, cow sounds good). I’m so hungry all the time. I’m like a pubescent teenage boy, nothing can keep me full.
I love turkey croissant sandwiches. The kind you buy at Macey’s Grocery. Weird?
Some nights I can make it through without getting up for a snack. Last night I had to get up twice.
People keep asking me what I want. Boy or girl? I can’t think of a bigger set-up one could put upon themselves than wanting one sex over the other. Oh, I’m also more opinionated in pregnancy; just kidding I’m always that way. Isn’t it charming?
My gums bleed every time I brush my teeth.
I wish zits were considered pretty.
My nose is swollen. I read this is common. Every weird thing ever, they claim to be common.
Milly has been sick for a couple of nights she woke up crying every two hours. Then I started crying because that’s what newborns do, and I’m quite terrified of going back to sleepless nights.
Everything I cook tastes disgusting.
I LOVE the food channel. I find it oddly comforting.