The rest of the week went much better, thankfully. After that little venting session I had in the last entry, I seemed to have snapped out of it. I work very hard to keep myself emotionally stable so that I’m healthy, vibrant, and good to myself and everyone else around me. Every so often, I suppose we all need a bit of crazy, stupid, moody time in our lives. It gets all that icky, toxic feeling out of us once and for all.

There are some pregnancy symptoms that I am not very fond of. For example, hormones dictate that now I have these weird lines on my neck that weren’t there before. They’re odd, and I don’t like them. Another example? My face breaks out uncontrollably on my chin and around my nose. It doesn’t matter how much water I drink, I still get tons of pimples. Ordinarily, I don’t get much unless I’m stressed or when it’s my time of the month. I don’t even want to use any type of acne treatment because I don’t want to risk it not being safe for the baby, so I end up annoying picking at pimples and zits on my face. I know, I know, TMI, but goodness sake, it’s annoying. I want to be clear skinned again! Another example: my legs cramp up a lot easier these days, and I still get charlie horses during the night from time to time. They come out of nowhere and my legs get all stiff and crampy. Not fun at all.

Okay, enough bitch festing. Other than that, this pregnancy is treating me very well. I feel healthy, happy, and I can eat 5 times my regular share. It’s a strange sight. Dave gets a kick out of it. Watching me eat now is like witnessing how many clowns can be squeezed into a tiny little car. Heh.