I forgot how difficult this was. To be pregnant. For the last three days I have had to eat a Jr. Bacon Cheese from Wendy’s everyday. It is that bad. While changing Mae’s diapers today, as she lay pantsless on her table with one of my hands holding her steady, I dry heaved, cried, stomped on the floor, and spat some weird fluid on the floor.
I think I am being mean to people, and I don’t even know it. All I notice is them acting standoffish and put out. I don’t even remember what I’ve done, even if I finally am told, which I have only been once.
I am happy I am not in school or at work, I don’t know in what condition I would be in then.
We came to awful conclusion that we needed to adopt out our two kitties. Charlie started peeing on the floor where Mae plays, then by circumstance, Jackie followed suit. We tried it all to get them to stop. We had our carpets professionally cleaned even. They both went away this weekend and I am completely heartbroken. I feel like the worse pet owner in the world.
I titled this post “Tough Cookie” because I hope to be that about all this. This is all for our benefit. In no time I will have my second baby, Mae’s sibling, and the family I so desperately imagined. I just got to get through this, toughly.