It's still here daily, but I get reprieves. During said reprieves, I eat like its going out of style.
Yesterday was frightening. We went for a walk on the beach and I started to feel hungry about half way into it. By the end of the walk, I had told Ryan I was on my way out. I was getting tunnel vision and I was preparing to pass out. I needed food. PRONTO.
My parents took the kids home and gave us a day date. It was wonnnnnderful! We went to this adorable Italian restaurant on St. George Street and I put away 3 pieces of pizza AND a ceasar salad. I definitely paid for it later :/
I've been having a lot of {mini} panic attacks lately. They're more like minor melt downs/freak outs, but nevertheless, I can't get out of my own thoughts. I am really (REALLY) starting to uhhhhh, panic about having three- THREE- kids. Before baby #3 was detected, I proudly proclaimed that I WOULD be the mother of four someday (God willing). However, 3 weeks into this pregnancy and I'm 50/50 with having a 4th. It's really pointless and dumb to wonder and worry over something that shouldn't/wouldn't happen for awhile, but it's getting me down. I honestly don't think I have the energy for 3 kids... let alone, 4. I have been slugging around this place, taking at least 1 nap a day. I'm hoping this is all part of the awful 1st trimester, and in a few weeks, I'll be my normal 6:30 AM, muffins in the oven, coupon clipping, self. But at the moment, I'm struggling with the thought of chasing after 3 babies.... eek!
That was a bit of a mini vent.
Onto the fun stuff... :)
Our lobster at 7 weeks is looking like this:
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| a sweet blueberry :) |
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