4:45am. Up like a shot. Top Ramen. Stat. What is going on?
I’m four weeks, not 14 weeks.
It was a little salty (duh). However, the nausea has completely dissipated. I am already an officially changed woman: I am eating small meals through out the day and only drinking water. Who am I?
I am very excited for Bethenny Getting Married, although I have to say it’s a lot of pressure to watch someone that cute and tan and perfect be pregnant. It might do more harm than good.
In this moment, I am scared. Never have I felt so out of control in my life, although I recognize none of us actually have any control ever, but I gotta tell you, I think I thought I did.
I cooked yesterday, and it was the most exhausting experience. How am I going to do that three days next week? With lots of prayer, water, saltines, and breaks. And I know my energy will return. Someday.