I'm not used to being so unselfish.

I'm probably the worst pregnant mother because I took a z-pack antibiotic to get me through this funk and haven't even really thought about "unsafe" food that may or may not be contaminated. Free food - since when do we question!?

Excuse #1: After a horrible work week last week and a bad weekend, I didn't want to risk missing any work or contaminating my whole department this week. Okay okay, I was also so fed up with the coughing fits, the on and off sleep, the sinus pressure & headaches, and my tired body

I hate not knowing what's going on in my body. It's all a guess, because do we know what's normal anymore? No, not really. Do I have allergies? Do I have sinus issues? Is it winter and colds are an epidemic? I'm getting my flu shot on Monday.

Baby, I just hope you're a fighter. I'm sorry if I'm already making your life difficult.

I'm not used to being so unselfish.

it's cute and yummy

I didn't mean to sound so negative...
any way, I love Mr Smith. I'm going to bed and I'm just ready to kiss him again with my non-germy lips. I would be so upset if I made him sick with any of my germs floating around this place.

3 things I realized I loved this week:
z-pack
gatorade
Mr Smith kisses on the lips

And whoops, I just remembered I forgot to put the wets in the dryer.
night night!

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