I don't really have anything to write about that isn't sorta sadsack.
So I don't really want to write anything.
Yet at the same time?
I could fill up a long rambly blog about what mills around in my head all day.
(Gonna try and endeavor to not put you lovely folks thru that)
I stay awake at night running through it, I think in the hopes that scrutinizing will somehow give me a clue to what is going to fix the problems that keep me awake in the first place.
There have been no breakthroughs in the case thus far...
Huz is still searching.
Our savings is draining
A daughter is coming.
And all that comes with that.
I've been feeling really guilty lately.
I'm tired and sore and depressed.
Beyond lazy in the wife and mommy department.
A total slacker in the documenting my pregnancy with Baby Girl department.
I have however, been Super Busy eatin' mah feelings!
I went to the OB today for the 6 month check up (I'm 23w 4 d) and I've gained 19lbs already.
Isn't that special??
My OB doesn't seem concerned, but I was kinda shocked.
I only gained 27lbs with O total!
I have no one to blame but myself...
Well, and the baby. Maybe.
I have been eating whatever the HELL I WANT.
I didn't do that last time.
I was so sick with him that my appetite never really reached optimum pregnancy voraciousness, but with this one?
Huuuungry all the tiiiiime.
(said to the tune of Party All the Time)
It's pretty much a free-for-all in my belllllleh!
Between all the crap we're dealing with, my joints killing me constantly, and spending my nights attempting to sleep in a recliner--
I feel like meals and yummy snacks are all I really have to look forward to right now.
And yes, I do know how pathetic that sounds.
It's true nonetheless.
Obviously, if I want to avoid looking like Jabba, I need to be better about what I'm shoveling down my gullet.
Where is the fun and cheeseburgers in that?
Nowhere, THAT'S where.
I'm starving right now, btw...