Bring Me Tacos

I have been too busy dying to bother posting anything.

Honestly, I kind of want to punch my hippie self right in the face.

The one that so confidently says "pregnancy/birth are not illnesses, they do not belong in the hospital."

All I feel is ill. 

I have felt like I've had the flu for the past 2 months.

Exhausted. I could drop into a coma at any given point during the day.

Nauseous. Any smell makes me want to hurl.

Weak. I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack after carrying Mya up the stairs.

Emotional. Everything makes me want to cry or scream.

Anywho.

I will be done with the hell of the 1st trimester after the new year.

There is hope.

Current Updates

Me- dying.

Denny- trying to be both mom and dad.
Not so easy.

Sophie- socially starving. 

Every day she asks me for playdates with anyone she can think of.

Problem 1 - we have no car.
Problem 2 - I have zero desire to see anyone.

Mya - tiny terrorist.

Fighting any and all forms of sleep.

She has entered that state of toddlerhood where she just blankly stares at you.

"Mya, come here." *blank stare*

"Mya. Come. Here" *blank stare*

"MYA. COME. HERE" *turns and walks away.*

It's loads of fun.

Feel free to drop by with a bag full of tacos at any time.