Wake up in the morning feeling like P-Diddy…..I don’t think Ke$ha wrote these lyrics with the same thought in mind that I have. Which is I feel like puke diddy or pass out diddy or poo diddy! Today was a particularly bad morning. I even had a snack before bed time last night and still felt like crapola this morning. This really is not fun. I am only a few weeks in and I am already WAY over it. I have got to find something that will help me with this nausea! Seriously. I am a horrible sick person- there is nothing I detest more in the world than feeling ill. I need to send out some positive vibes that I am going to start feeling better. Yesterday was such a great day. I felt good most of the day and ate healthy meals. Last night was even pretty mild I was more tired than sick which I will take that any day of the week and twice on Fridays! It’s the fainty queasy nausea that is the worst and it hit me like a ton o’bricks this morning. I had my little handful of nuts and still crapsville! Not to mention my tender teets and yet I set at my desk typing away like nothing is wrong. Smiling on the outside….dying on the inside!
I missed the famers market yesterday because of another one of my favorite pregnancy symptoms which is that I find myself extremely absent minded, more so than normal. I even put a reminder for the market on my Outlook calendar and somehow completely forgot it was there. I wanted to get some healthy produce for snacks this week and completely missed it. I hope I don’t forget to go to the one this Saturday in my neighborhood. It is a wonder that I have remained so collected at work. If only they knew!
I had what I thought was a brilliant idea this morning regarding the girls dinner this Saturday. Originally I was going to miss the dinner altogether which I was feeling sad about. I always believe that I can do anything I want and am able to overcome any challenge that comes my way. I told the girls I thought my parents were coming by this weekend and I was thinking I could say they might be leaving on Saturday and that maybe I tell the girls I can’t make it to dinner but that I will try to stop by later for dessert if they leave early enough. Upon arrival, I will bring a bottle of vodka and some really unique mixers and tell the girls I want to make them a special fun drink for dessert- then- I can play bartender and keep mine virgin! This plan is perfect in so many ways….I can avoid the obvious drinking denial, I don’t have to worry about wanting to hurl over the salmon she is serving(she is an amazing cook just the thought of fish….), I am not committing to going so if I feel sick that night it won’t be weird if I don’t show up. I knew I could do if I put my back in to it! I recognize there is a little white lie involved here which I am never that big a fan of but hey- a girls got to do what a girls got to do! BTW my bebes are the size of blueberries this week- I think I will make my fun drink with a blueberry flavor in recognition!
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