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........ok, so apparently I won't be sleeping after all. Dammit. Two hours of sleep, maybe another hour total during the night, and now? Wide fucking awake, craving like there's no tomorrow, queasy as all hell, and bored out of my skull. I need to find a job, is what I need; something I can do without being on my feet much and that doesn't conflict with Caleb's work schedule so, y'know, I can actually GET there and back. Why do I need to get a job?
...because these fucking cravings are going to drive me nuts and although we can keep the bills covered, more or less, right now there still isn't any room for extras. Which bites. Because DAMN. Indian food... or a good pad tai... or some of that peruvian chicken with some strawberries...
...strawberries OMG... or mangos... gods, Lamb Dhansak with some mango juice poured in... *drool*
This is seriously the worst part of being pregnant, honestly. Everything else sucks royally, yeah... but this is the one part that makes you feel stupid, keeps you constantly edgy, makes sure you can't enjoy 90% of the food you can actually get, makes you bitchy and grouchy and demanding, and is something just about everyone around you will tease you about every chance they get. Screw bloating, screw the constant peeing, hell, screw labor - at least that they give you good drugs afterward if you go to a hospital. Cravings. Suck. Particularly when you're broke.
Expect me to be bitching about this a LOT until I am either not-pregnant or somehow able to afford assorted craving foods. And honestly? Right now I'm not laying good odds on either happening within the next month. *twitch*
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