I realize that I shouldn't complain about being pregnant. It's a blessing! It's a miracle! BLAH BLAH!
But yesterday I finally figured out how to describe how I feel ALL THE TIME: hung over.
Imagine it. You wake up in the morning feeling exhausted and mildly like puking. You eat a little. You can't decide if it made you feel worse or better. You have a weird taste in your mouth. Nibble on something odd like Pirate's Booty or pita chips, drink some water. Maybe that will help. Stare into a beautiful bowl of food and feel like dying. You wish you could just go back to bed. Cycle and repeat every hour ON THE HOUR. And you can't even take any ibuprofen. It sucks.
Then go to bed feeling like crap.
Lovely day.
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