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I came stomping in from the grocery store, feeling ick and generally hateful. When I changed the paper towel roll, Husband was just walking through the kitchen. I said, "Stupid baby, making me feel sick!" He said, "Don't say that!" Then I proceeded to hit my tummy with the empty paper towel roll! He goes, "HEY! Don't be mean to the baby!" sounding outraged but cracking up. I proceeded to glare at all and sundry.
Icky, icky, ick today. Also, I think I may be getting either a lovely head cold or else the pregnancy hay fever. That would be lovely. It's a long damn way to May.
On top of that, last night, the pair of jeans I have been wearing this week got soda dumped on it, so I was going to put on a fresh pair, and of course, they don't fit anymore. *growls* I tossed all my larger ones when these became swimmingly huge on me last winter. Now I wish I'd kept them. Damn 20/20 hindsight. So now, for casual clothes, I am stuck with pregnancy stuff. Work clothes are a bit more forgiving, but I'm giving them two more weeks, tops. I am very displeased to be wearing pregnancy clothes at this point. I have an extrememly limited wardrobe for being pregnant. I am by no means a clothes horse, but I am going to be thorougly sick of these things by May. Not to mention that of course, THEY don't really fit either, yet. *growls more*
On the upside, I was going through the pregnancy drawer today, and I had forgotten just how cute all my little outfits were. Mom and I did a great job shopping.
So off to go be more icky, icky, ick.
I came stomping in from the grocery store, feeling ick and generally hateful. When I changed the paper towel roll, Husband was just walking through the kitchen. I said, "Stupid baby, making me feel sick!" He said, "Don't say that!" Then I proceeded to hit my tummy with the empty paper towel roll! He goes, "HEY! Don't be mean to the baby!" sounding outraged but cracking up. I proceeded to glare at all and sundry.
Icky, icky, ick today. Also, I think I may be getting either a lovely head cold or else the pregnancy hay fever. That would be lovely. It's a long damn way to May.
On top of that, last night, the pair of jeans I have been wearing this week got soda dumped on it, so I was going to put on a fresh pair, and of course, they don't fit anymore. *growls* I tossed all my larger ones when these became swimmingly huge on me last winter. Now I wish I'd kept them. Damn 20/20 hindsight. So now, for casual clothes, I am stuck with pregnancy stuff. Work clothes are a bit more forgiving, but I'm giving them two more weeks, tops. I am very displeased to be wearing pregnancy clothes at this point. I have an extrememly limited wardrobe for being pregnant. I am by no means a clothes horse, but I am going to be thorougly sick of these things by May. Not to mention that of course, THEY don't really fit either, yet. *growls more*
On the upside, I was going through the pregnancy drawer today, and I had forgotten just how cute all my little outfits were. Mom and I did a great job shopping.
So off to go be more icky, icky, ick.
