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Totally not fair. I feel like I'm starving but everything I think of makes me queasy. I liked it better day before yesterday when I was just assuming I had a fever, or the flu, or something. Now?
Now I know that anywhere I would be likely to find something I want to eat, either we can't afford to go there, I don't know how to find it, they don't have them in California, or it's too damn far away to be worth the bother. Now I know that half of this stupid craving-and-quease is the pregnancy - yes, I'm one of those women who get queasy from about the second-ish month on, and damn it suck. Now I know that what I want MOST is one of those not-happening-right-now things. Now I know that I've got doctors to call, appointments to schedule, things to do, things to plan...
...and as always, part of my brain is going 'ha, I told you so, I SAID it was only going to get worse'. Fucking stupid Ophelia, shut the hell up.
Meh. I'll think of something. Eventually.
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