So I often find pregnancy journals to be a bit, well, TMI and boring and all that, but can I just say that this baby is sitting so high that I'm already feeling that shortness of breath that makes pregnant women sound like horses and attract summer biting bugs like crazy because we emit an excess of carbon dioxide? It's true. Weird, but true. Uh, does that mean I'm contributing to global warming? Just kidding, I can see my mom and dad cringing through the computer screen and no, I'm not that dumb. Or at least I wasn't, before this pregnancy also decided to EAT MY BRAIN. Seriously, the other day I couldn't remember how old I was. And I'm already starting to lose track of how many months Anika is turning this month. Or what we had for dinner last night. Or how to follow simple directions on a red wine chicken marinade that went very, very wrong (what night was that again?!) or how to calculate the tip at a restaurant.
But anyway, you all don't really have to know the gritty details -- you get the picture. I'm just wondering how much longer I can do this when I'm already nearly passing out every time I stand up. And then wondering, what the hell did I get up for again?
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