No. I'm not talking about sex games tonight.
I've had horrendous morning sickness that lasts all freaking day. I have had the sore boobs. I didn't think I'd been all that moody, though.
Tonight, it was such a big swing and so noticeable, I stepped away from Pinterest to write about it.
I had an ok day. I was super nauseous, but I held it down. I managed to drink a little and eat three bites of a blueberry muffin and a few slices of apple. I paid a surprise visit to my dear friend, Julie. I'm never in her area and I was, so I took advantage.
I headed off to find a milkshake and then home. I became distracted, which happens even more often now. I went to Target. I had a bad wave of dinner time sickness and barely made it out. In the check out line, I picked up a prepaid $100 gift card by accident. If I weren't so constipated with this pregnancy, I'd have crapped my pants when I saw my total. Luckily, I figured it out and remedied the situation.
I made it home. I got out a delectable orange Popsicle and settled in for some preseason NFL. Even if I don't care about either team, it's football and that makes me happy. I'd been sitting here a few minutes when I turned around and saw something. It was my Popsicle! Well, it was actually orange mush by this point. I played some of my fave games online, then I went over to Pinterest. I don't even know what set me off. Between the ridiculous political ads on tv and some quotes on there, I went from content to wanting to cry my eyeballs out.
I chose not to cry. It's not going to do a thing. So, I came here. I hope to one day be a published author. For now, I write because it makes me feel better. I'm not on the verge of tears anymore.