— I, a vegetarian, did not have the most ridiculous craving of my life for a chicken burger earlier this week. I did not repeatedly say to Husband, "Just let me smell it" half a dozen times while he was eating his mouth-watering chicken sandwich piled high with lettuce on a whole wheat bun. I didn't then have to make myself a "veggie alternative" sandwich of cucumbers, lettuce and cheese on whole wheat bread to keep me from sending Husband out to Burger King.
— I did not forget about my evening pedicure appointment and wear my stinkiest flats to work that day. I did not sit at my desk in my bare feet most of the day to try to keep them from smelling too bad.
— I have not become "the sweaty girl" at work. When I ask, "Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" my coworkers do not raise their eyebrows from behind their parka hoods as I peel off another layer. Oh joy, oh bliss.
Haha I was always roasting at my office, too -- we didn't have air conditioning, which is torture for a preggo.
ReplyDeleteAs for the chicken craving, you should go with it next time! It doesn't count if it's "the baby" that wants it :)
Haha your too cute!
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