Five Dollar Foot Long

I sat outside yesterday in our blue camping chair next to the kids writing sidewalk chalk. I looked at catalogues. I realized I was looking at clothing catalogues for me and I wouldn't be buying any of those clothes. And then, I opened a kids catalogue and found some cute, neutral baby rompers.

And yes, those I can buy.

Which explains my 8'oclock bedtimes and nightly Tums taking.

Now let me explain my weird pregnancy.

I gag or throw up when I brush my teeth. I think it's common.

So, I always have a gross taste in my mouth.

But, I gag a few minutes after chewing a piece of gum.

So, LifeSavers, winter mint have become my taste saver.

I gag just thinking about something gross or relaying a gross story.

I feel generally yucky and look like death warmed over.

I get so tired after taking a shower, I decide that wet hair and minimal make-up is the best that I can do.

I cooked two meals this week for my family and feel like mother of the year for it.

I can. not. walk through the meat/fish department at the grocery store. I walk as far away and still barely make it through.

Strangers look at me funny as I gag and hurry through.

Frozen chicken breasts? Those, I can handle.

I want protein a lot. This morning, I ate a hard boiled egg at 7 and drove through McDonalds for a sausage egg biscuit at 10:30 and a mocha frappe. Those two things picked my mood right up.

I rarely eat Arby's roast beef but have had it 3 times since I found out I was pregnant.

So, there you have it. I'm due at the end of October, beginning of November, right when our nice Houston summer will be wrapping up. Perfect.

When I told my brother, he kept singing "Five, five dollar foot long."