Home sweet home.
Several days in a house full of strangers followed by 1,699
miles on the road was not the easiest feat while eight weeks pregnant. We had
to pull over a few times when I was sick, so the trip went slower than we had
expected. I missed my husband so bad that I cut out one of our stops and drove
straight through the last two legs in one day.
I had one rare day of seriously insane hunger on the trip
where I ate two Subway foot long veggie subs, a bag of baked potato chips,
three bottles of chocolate milk, a container of mashed potatoes from KFC, a
taco salad from Taco Bell, and several packages of peanut butter crackers. Good
grief. That was short lived though, I haven’t been hungry since. Eating is just
not my thing most days.
I’m having dreams about Christmas. I don’t know why, but I
just can’t wait for it this year! Hot chocolate, sparkling lights, cookies,
decorating the tree, eggnog, Christmas music… it’s a wonderful time of the
year. I can’t wait for your first Christmas. I’m already thinking of all kinds
of presents for you that are special enough for your first Christmas.
It’s been a weird week, and honestly I’m glad it’s over. I’m
ready to get on to next week and my first official prenatal visit!
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