Tsarina's World

The musings, rants, and general complaints of a schoolteacher in the MidWest. I have no real social life, which sucks for me personally, but makes my dog happy- he is the center of my universe! Come on in, take your shoes off and stay a while... who wants pie and coffee?

Saturday, April 22, 2006

Barf

I swear to God, if he EVER makes bacon in this house again, I'll fucking kill him. It's not just the initial smell (which brought about vomiting twice). The trouble with it is that I currently have the ability to smell like a police dog, and for the past four days, every time I come in, all I can smell is bacon. I'd talk about how gross it looks, but I'm feeling queasy enough.

No one ever REALLY prepares you for this. I mean, I've seen it on tv, and listened to my friends' stories, but...THIS IS SERIOUSLY UNPLEASANT. In addition to the olfactory overload and the constant urge to hurl, there's also a constant problem with gas. I mean, I should be able to fuel the car. And, everything hurts. I will never understand how women would choose to do this more than once.

Please tell me things will get better.

Sunday, April 16, 2006

Strange Days

I feel weird. I have absolutely no energy, and sleep every free minute. I don't feel like eating until I'm absolutely starved. Even then, I can only eat a few bites without feeling sick. I keep having really strange, vivid dreams. My body has stopped controling its temperature... I'll be really cold for a while, then all of the sudden, I feel like a middle-aged woman having a hot flash. In spite of all of this, I feel oddly content. Oh, did I forget to mention- I'm pregnant! If anyone still stops by, please say a little prayer that all goes well.