I feel like this baby wants me dead. I’ve been sick since conception. Throwing up steady for the last 12 weeks. Four to six times a day. Every. Single. Day. To say it’s been rough is an understatement. There are times when mustering up the energy to leave the house takes everything I’ve got, which makes going to work especially hard. Because instead of thinking
Before anyone goes crazy, I. AM NOT. PREGNANT. I burned down the Dude making factory years ago. But, BFF is! And, I’ve hired her coerced her into joining my blog family to breathe some baby on it so that all of you new moms, about to be moms, and moms who like reading about moms can get some fresh tidbits of awesome up in here.