Some people love being pregnant. I am not one of those people. I think those people have a couple of loose screws.
Pregancy is like an after-market add on to our bodies. It works, but it ain't pretty.
How do you know it's been a bad week? When your desk looks like this.
I was at work for 14 hours yesterday. I ate peanut butter sandwitch for lunch. Imagine a pregnant woman too busy for lunch?!?!?! I really hate it when that happens.
I have a new team member starting on Monday and I'm so excited! Maybe I'll have time to make my desk look better. Okay, so maybe I'll just surf the internet or go shopping OR EAT instead of work on my desk. A girl has to have priorities.
Yes, I hid the food that was on my desk before taking this picture.
So in the afternoons, the kids in our neighborhood all come out to play, and us moms sit on the curb and make sure they don't poke eachother in the face with little flags.
During one of these afternoons, we were discussing how hard pregnancy and the first year or two of the kids' life is. It's amazing - up until I had Andy, no one ever really explained how bad that first year sucks. It's a conspiracy. No one tells this to non-moms in the hopes of conning them into the same sleep deprived hell that the rest of us have been through. So for now, I'm thinking that this will be a worse trip through the first year if I already have a 2 year old to care for. (No I didn't JUST figure this out, and yes I DO know how this happens.)
I'm glad it's Friday...