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Don't ask me how I'm feeling...

Unless you want to hear “not great” and then NOT give me advice on how to feel better. You think I havent tried EVERYTHING? Seriously, I don’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable but yeah no. I feel terrible and the very fact that I am not in my bathrobe on the couch is a serious feat of epic proportions.


I wake up, I feel like shit. I get up, I feel like shit. Sometimes I puke every drop of water Ive consumed already! Then I get ready for work, feeling like shit. I go to work, feel like shit. And on and on and on. No it does not get better as the day goes on.

I have my very first prenatal appointment this afternoon and I’m anxious af ... I hate doctors and appointments. I’m going to a midwife at a birthing center. I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m scared they’re gonna tell me I’m not pregnant.

I know no one cares about other people’s dreams so feel free to skip this, but it’s weird/funny: I dreamt the first person I met with at the appointment was a man (not ok) and we had our consultation IN THE WAITING ROOM, sitting rows away from each other, amongst other people. Then a lady came over and took over and still same location. Then I finally spoke up and was like excuse me but could we maybe go to somewhere more private? And she got mad and then this happened medically against my will.

Mr. Carbs is taking the cake for spouse of the year over here.. doing all of the cleaning, cooking, dog care, mundane responsibilities... all while being supportive and loving. I am lucky. Please accept a photo of our doggo as payment for my bitching. It looks very large and I wanted it at the end of the post but that ain’t gonna happen, so. Thanks!

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