Feeling like shit is normal lately. I’m always feeling sick, so it’s not a big deal. What I can’t get used to are my cravings. One minute I’m craving one thing and two seconds later, I’m craving something completely different. Of course I don’t ever have what I’m craving (except the salad I ate last night), so I’m left craving it for days on end. And when I finally get what I’m craving, eating it is the most difficult thing because my morning sickness and food aversion kicks in. So I cry and pout and give the food to my husband. Who is now eating more than I am. Which isn’t hard because I rarely eat anything. I’ll eat maybe twice a day, if I’m lucky. I sleep most of the day and rarely do anything else. You’d think I’d be on Tumblr all day, but no, I’m on Facebook playing Farmville 2 and Chef Ville and perusing Neopets and playing stupid games like I’m some sort of deranged 12 year old with too much time on my hands. Thanks to my irregular sleep schedule, I know have almost 400,000 Nepoints in the bank. Go me! My kids are going to be so proud when I tell them about this in twenty years.

We’re having someone move in with us to help us with rent. Since I’m not working, things have been really tight. And since I can’t be bothered to get off my lazy ass and sign up for WIC, we rarely have food. I’ll get around to it one day, I swear. Husband’s friend Raymond is moving into our spare room for $200 a month. It doesn’t sound like much but every little bit helps. Maybe now I can go to Oregon for Thanksgiving instead of staying here with distant family. Even though it would be nice to see my Aunt Jean and Uncle Scotty for a change. I never see them anymore and it drives me nuts. They’re not getting any younger and time is just flying by. But they do live something like 10 miles away so I have no way of getting to them. 

Yesterday while cleaning up the spare room I found three dog sweaters. I have two Chihuahuas (both boys) who are constantly shivering because they’re either cold, excited, scared, hungry, have to pee, or are begging for something. Which is all the time. Anyway, Chester (the older of the two) loves his green sweatshirt with Argyle pocket and Abbott loves his little Martha Stewart sweater. Husband came home and started calling them “Christmas boys” because Chester’s is green and Abbott’s is red. If only I could find Abbott’s actual sweatshirt. Then they’d almost match. It’s around here somewhere, it’s just a matter of cleaning up enough to find it.

Today I actually accomplished something. I mopped the floor and finished cleaning the spare room. And I bought myself some packets of Ramen so I could satisfy my chicken Ramen and eggs craving. Halfway through my meal I started feeling sick. So now I’m eating it cold. I don’t even give a fuck. Being pregnant is awesome sometimes. But other times, I want to punch someone in the face.

Ohh the joys of impending motherhood.