As of today I am 32 weeks pregnant. I feel like it is more like 38 weeks. Not to complain, but I am tired, uncomfortable, at times in pain, and just over it. I should probably talk about how wonderful pregnancy is, but not today. Today I get to whine.
My morning started when I was wide awake just after 5:00. I laid in bed and finally rolled out just after 6:00. I hate waking up before my alarm, it's just not right. Most mornings John makes breakfast for me. For the past couple months it has been scrambled eggs on an english muffin. So good, and he is so much better at making it! Today for some stupid reason I did it myself. Or atleast tried to. Breakfast = fail miserably. I toasted my english muffin and cooked my egg, the last egg in the fridge. Can you see where this is going?
The entire egg hit the floor and I cussed, loudly. John came to check on me and I lost it. Big time. The tears came from nowhere and wouldn't stop. Here it is 6:20 AM and I am standing in the kitchen crying like a crazy lady all over a damn egg. He couldn't understand why I was so upset. I tried to explain to him that I was hungry and tired and I couldn't even get the words out.
I ate a plain english muffing and went to school in a bad mood and with horribly puffy eyes. To top it all off I have not been able to get on any of my favorite websites at school because of new security crap. No pinterest, no blog reading, no fun.
How did the rest of my day go? I was able to share my morning story with a few people without crying and I hit Walmart on the way home. Candy solves all the worlds' problems, right?
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