Greetings and Salutations!
Once again I am attempting to write something when all my brain can think about is the chores I would love to tackle before my day gets away from me. Today is my day off. I have plans, later, but I have allowed myself a couple of hours to do some laundry and pick up the chaos. I don't do well with chaos.
Yesterday after work I met with Samantha. She is doing well. Despite being nearly seven months pregnant, she doesn't look nearly like the bowling ball smuggler I resembled at this stage of pregnancy. Samantha looks more softly rounded and sweet, with a noticable, but not overwhelming bump. It is cute.
Work, work, and more work is in my future. I will be working all weekend. I am not a fan of working weekends because, for some reason, weekend customers are far less pleasant. It boggles my mind because the two days they aren't at work should be their favorite days. Rarely have I seen an enthusiastic weekend customer.
Of course, it could all be a skewed perspective because a lot of the people that are working on the weekend are unhappy to be there.
Tomorrow is three months. In case you were counting.
The last few days I have been feeling under the weather. I think it is related to my ongoing battle with tummy issues, but it is still awful. I am so nauseaus that keeping my eyes open makes me want to throw up. Delightful, right? I am trying to avoid going back on the medicine, but if this keeps up, I won't be able to hold off. I can't function at this level of EWwwwwwwwwwwwww for long.
Well, folks, as you can tell, I am still alive. I have chores and housework to do, so I am going to reward myself with a clean house. Yay.
Yesterday after work I met with Samantha. She is doing well. Despite being nearly seven months pregnant, she doesn't look nearly like the bowling ball smuggler I resembled at this stage of pregnancy. Samantha looks more softly rounded and sweet, with a noticable, but not overwhelming bump. It is cute.
Work, work, and more work is in my future. I will be working all weekend. I am not a fan of working weekends because, for some reason, weekend customers are far less pleasant. It boggles my mind because the two days they aren't at work should be their favorite days. Rarely have I seen an enthusiastic weekend customer.
Of course, it could all be a skewed perspective because a lot of the people that are working on the weekend are unhappy to be there.
Tomorrow is three months. In case you were counting.
The last few days I have been feeling under the weather. I think it is related to my ongoing battle with tummy issues, but it is still awful. I am so nauseaus that keeping my eyes open makes me want to throw up. Delightful, right? I am trying to avoid going back on the medicine, but if this keeps up, I won't be able to hold off. I can't function at this level of EWwwwwwwwwwwwww for long.
Well, folks, as you can tell, I am still alive. I have chores and housework to do, so I am going to reward myself with a clean house. Yay.
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