Pregnancy is hard. I apparently make it look easy, but lately it's been kicking my butt. I guess I am growing a human, that counts for something.
I don't want to cook anymore. Or think about what to cook. Or make any decisions actually. I'm done with decisions because my mind can't handle it.
I still want to eat though. But if I had my way (and the whole money thing didn't matter) we would eat out every single night.
Everyone's going on vacation. And I'm jealous. I know I get a baby, that's pretty cool I guess, but right now a week in the sun sounds pretty fantastic.
Less than six weeks until baby. Craziness. I'm going to be a mom. That's terrifying.
And those are the random thoughts of a pregnant girl.