We finally got around to taking down the tables and Chairs from Claire's wedding.
If it were up to me, they'd have been down the night of the event,
but since I'm not myself lately, it happens when it happens.
Tonight, we had a crazy storm with lightning that lit up the entire sky
and the loudest thunder I've ever heard.
It was cozy.
I sat on the porch and enjoyed the breeze, but felt queasy
and went back inside to lie down.
There is nothing that soothes my tummy or relaxes me.
Everything just sucks.
I've decided that being pregnant and sick is kind of lonely,
especially if no one living with you has been pregnant before.
No one else knows just how weird and horrible and sick and exhausting and nauseating it is.
I feel so crazy half the time, especially when I yell at my boys because
they decide that making a steak in a frying pan with garlic and other
pungent, terrible, pregnant flavors/smells at midnight in the kitchen
is a good idea.
WRONG, IT'S THE WORST IDEA YOU COULD EVER HAVE.
