Omigosh my dear blog how I've neglected thee...
but I've been busy incubating, mothering, working, etc... everything but cleaning. My house is a pit.
Ironically, 19 days away from my "projected" due date with kiddo number 3... my husband has fallen ill with whateverthehell bug knocked me on my ass last week...but I got doped up on antibiotics by my OB...whereas he refuses to seek medical treatment (WHY are men so stubborn?) and is currently languishing in agony in the bed...
SO here I sit. In the pit...just returned from my customary Walmart trip with the kids (I needed underwear...that fit my fat ass) and I'm contemplating why the last THREE times I've gone into that store I get dizzy.
NO lie...it's insane...somewhere between getting the milk and the compulsory "mama I'm soooooooooooo thirsty I'm gonna DIIiiiiiiiiiie Sprite" in the checkout line...I start to see spots... then the room starts to spin...and before I know it lil man and lil bit are looking at me like I'm loony tunes I seek out the nearest bench to sit down on and put my head between my legs...
Now before everyone gets all "AHHHHHHHHHHHH! You're PREGNANT" on me... I know that thank you. I also know that my blood pressure is EXCELLENT this time around, my blood sugar is PERFECT (that's right, I keep tabs) and that I had a good breakfast this morning. The one thing I forgot to do was take my prenatal vitamin, but that can be done anytime of day.
WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS OCCUR IN WALMART? Seriously...that's the part I can't fathom. It's like God is trying to tell me to quit spending my few pennies in that stupid place.
We make it to the bench, as always, and I rest a minute or two, and then we head to the car. I came home and ate a piece of fruit. Took SEVERAL swigs of Dr. Pepper (just in case it WAS my blood sugar) and hunted up a new pack of prenatals...
and I'm still wondering if I'm just allergic to the store itself. Cuz by the time I hit the drivers seat of my big bus?? I was feeling a million times better already.
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