I have pregnancy diarrhea of the mouth. I just can't stop talking about it. Maybe because I feel gigantic, or maybe I just like to talk about myself. Yeah, probably the latter. Unfortunately for you, today is really not going to be any different. I'm here to talk about myself being pregnant.
First off, I have been craving pop. I thought a quick fix to Sonic during Happy Hour would feed my craving until this pregnancy was over. I thought wrong. Today I found myself completely salivating over another Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper. I really prefer not to fill myself with chemicals, caffeine, and sugar, especially during pregnancy, but I just can't shake this craving.
Next, I feel like this baby is going to fall out at anytime. My workouts have consisted of teaching gymnastics. That's it. Oh, and that 2.5 mph speed I walk with my friend, Erica, while our kids our taking their gymnastics' class. She's also preggo so we talk about all the stuff no one wants to hear unless you are pregnant. Anyway, all that walking and gymnastics burns calories. Total calories burned probably equates to me losing...uh...let's see...carry the 2...multiply by 3...oh yeah...nothing.
Finally, I'm starting to rethink this whole baby #3 thing. Sure they are cute and cuddly, but do you people realize I am going to have to wake up at night? This just donned on me. I'm in for some real trouble. All I have to say is this baby better be stinkin' cute so I can motivate myself to get out of bed all hours of the night.
That's it folks. I don't have anything else to say. You can go about your business, and spend you day thinking about my toxic levels of craziness. However, if you are reading this by choice, what does that make you? Just food for thought. See you Monday!