Okay, for the record I am really bad about remembering to write in my blog and about remembering passwords, but in the interest in recording this new year I am going to try my best...and write down the stupid password.
Yesterday began like normal days do lately, waking up with pains in my lower back and the overwhelming urge to tinkle. I would like to blame all the pain on the pregnancy but it's more likely the mattress and the fact that I toss and turn all night-that is the pregnancy's fault. I was grumpy and whiney so the husband took us to my favorite little Mexican food restuarant for lunch. I will just say right now that I adore my husband, he puts up with a lot of crap from me. I ate way too much, something I am sure the doctor is going to fuss at me about on Tuesday at my monthly check-up. I think this month's visit is going to be a terrible one. Pregnant women are not supposed to weigh nine hundred pounds. Okay so I really don't, but I sure feel like I do. After we ate we drove out to the beach. Full tummy, massive sand dunes, long hair down and wind are not a good combination, by the time we got home I felt like yuck. So instead of getting the house picked up-ongoing battle, I thought far too much about barfing. I have not had any morning sickness and am past that point in the gestation so this was my body's way of telling me to stop trying to be one of those food eater champions (so gross) and that I am not a beach bunny. I may be able to get the knots out of my hair someday.
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