Tuesday confessions...10 to be exact...



Confession #1:
I chose to forego the usual bowl of oatmeal this morning and made a ham, egg and cheese sandwich.

Confession #2:
I don't want to be at work today...or any day for that matter.

Confession #3:
I probably shouldn't have had that piece of pizza with pepperoni last night, but it was a last resort and I had to eat something...okay, no it wasn't really a last resort and I could've just had a plain slice, but WHY?...the pepperoni was so tasty.

Confession #4:
My mind can only focused on vacation in Hawaii in 19 days...or 480 hours...or 28,800 minutes...or 1,728,000 seconds.

Confession #5:
I am secretly thankful that my new little niece was not named with one of the names we've picked out as our girls' name...don't ask...I'm not telling...I'm not in that much of a confessional mood...so FIDO (forget it and drive on) and wait like the rest of the world to find out the name!!!

Confession #6:
While I was trying to go back to sleep this morning after hubbie left, the dog whined at the bottom of the stairs and I had no other choice but to go and lay on the cuddle chair downstairs so that he in turn would lay down and SHUT UP...and I was all mad at him...but I do confess (but don't tell the dog) that laying on the cuddle chair and having the cat curl up next to me as I caught up on yesterdays episode of Guiding Light and Prison Break was SO AWESOME and I felt the love...the key part of that scenario was the cat curling up next to me and feeling the love. FYI...you know it's getting cold out when the cat starts curling up next to me again.

Confession #7:
At 23 weeks of pregnancy I can still fit into 2 pairs of pre-pregnancy pants...that's right...pants that are not labeled "maternity" on the tag.

Confession #8:
I was fighting with the closet this morning and started out wearing a maternity tank top under a maternity button down shirt, but when the egg sandwich from "Confession #1" decided to goober on me, I had to change shirts and wound up wearing a non-pregnancy Gap short sleeve shirt and because it was cold this morning I wore a zipper front sweatshirt (from Hawaii I might add) and what was I thinking wearing a non-pregancy shirt in the first place (ok, some I can still get away with wearing like the loose fitting ones...but this is a stretch one) and every time I move the slightest bit it rides up...like...above my little babybump...as in I now have to keep my zipper front sweatshirt zipped up to avoid skin showing...PATHETIC! I'll be retiring this shirt to the back of the drawer until at least next summer when I get home tonight.

Confession #9:
After my eye doctor appointment I'm heading to the maternity store to buy a couple more shirts and a couple more pants to avoid said scenario in "Confession #8" after my eye doctor's appointment this afternoon.

and...

Confession #10:
I admit my eyesight has indeed changed since becoming pregnant and whether I wear my glasses or contacts I wind up with a splitting headache and that is the main reason for said eye doctor appointment in "Confession #10" after which I am going to the maternity store.

Maybe after all is said and done today...when my eyes are seeing better and my clothes are fitting better I will have pulled myself back together enough to feel more human...but as of right now....NOT SO MUCH!!!