
Yesterday we had a nice work outing at the beach and because I can't have deli meat, I was looking for some vegetarian sandwiches. A coworker asked if I was a vegetarian and since I didn't think that one through...I lied and said "kinda". So, I have been able to lie my way out of not drinking alcoholic beverages, that deli meat conundrum almost got me. I can't wait until this trimester is over so that I can finally start telling people. Until then, people will just think that I have just over-indulged and put on the pounds.
No signs of morning sickness, knock on wood, and I don't have Wolverine's super mutant strength of smell either. Yet, I am still blessed with fatigue, the need for frequent potty breaks, and bloatedness. Ahh....life is good.
What? You can't eat deli meat? I don't understand why there are something like 450,672 things women aren't supposed to eat when they're pregnant these days.
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