* The ridiculous urge to wear stretchy pants and hike them up past my belly button when I sit.
* Thinking it's a great idea for Roscoe and I to eat pickles for our afternoon snack.
* The need to eat breakfast at home, then drive to work and eat another breakfast at work (thankfully before anyone else gets in).
* The strange desire for chocolate (which I normally am not a big fan of).
* Using all of my willpower not to eat Roscoe's dinner/snack when he's not looking (I am not always able to resist this urge, resulting in an unexpected form of mommy-guilt).
* Packing a lunch that sounds good in the morning only to realize that a few hours later the mere thought of what is in the lunch box is making me nauseous.
* Enjoying the fact that it is perfectly acceptable (and absolutely necessary) to walk around with my pants unbuttoned.
You guessed it!
(raging hormones to be phased out in exchange for sleep deprivation and poopie explosions in November)
2 comments:
Dearest Friend, I have not seen your growing belly and this makes my heart ache, trully. Can we schedule a dinner/love fest sometime soon? I promise I will bring Oreos. xoxox Bea
Oh, Bea, I miss you and our weekly visits so much! Let's meet soon. I want to hear what is going on in your life!
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