TB3 is about the size of a playing die.
Week 7 was not very kind to me. I’m still tired. Will it ever end? I feel like I can’t get enough sleep. The fatigue and nausea are horrible. In addition to that, I got really sick over the weekend and had to leave work early. I really don’t want to be that pregnant woman. I still got a long way to go. Pregnancy canNOT take me out now.
I talked to a friend to try to get an idea of some creative maternity/back to work ideas since I have some flexibility and it did not go the way I expected. Instead of walking away with a solid plan, I walked away with the advice “Stop thinking about it.” It didn’t really give me the peace of mind I was expecting.
On top of that, the Focus almost died this week. I’m pretty sure I lost it. We have a new baby on the way and now the car decided it wanted to act a fool. (To be fair, it was already acting a fool and has been very good to me despite the how cruel the world has been to it.) T-Daddy and I knew we were gonna need a new car before the baby came, but worst case scenario, we were ready to tough it out in a compact sedan. But I have no idea how we’re going to buy a car right now. The dealership was able to buy us hopefully a few more months with the car, but the constant squeaks and grinding have me paranoid.
On top of that, I had to buy silicone rings because my fingers are swollen and I couldn’t get my wedding band on.
This OCD control freak is feeling the need to control all the things. Let’s hope Week 8, which starts tomorrow, treats me better.