13 weeks....
I went to bed and had the chills.
I stayed in bed til I felt I had a fever.
I know I'm dehydrated, but water makes me sick.
I'm now sitting here with chapped lips.
Drinking orange juice... Afraid of what the sugar is going to do to me at 11pm at night.
I'm just hoping I'm going to feel better soon.
Zach and I are getting snippy with each other, but he doesn't realize how sick I am. I don't want to say "I've been battling constipation for a week... and now I have diarrhea... Can you help a chick out??"
I want to make a shirt that says...
WARNING
I am a bitch.
I am angry.
I cry a lot.
I'm sick.
I'm tired.
I'm fat.
I hurt.
My house is a mess.
I forget things.
I'm insane.
Don't try to figure me out.
I don't make sense.
I'm growing A HUMAN BEING!!
(Cut a girl some slack)
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