I used to read. I haven’t read in about 4 months. I used to not be a fan of the TV. Now I love its brainlessness. I used to be somewhat of a contributor to my household. Now I am, as my husband calls it, “a dead weight.” I used to be a fan of frequent activity. Now I get winded from bringing the groceries in. I am supposed to write this witty and interesting blog post. But the problem is, I am not witty and interesting. I am just a walking incubator whose brain has been taken over by an alien. I think people are avoiding hanging out with me because I am so uninteresting (and ornery at times), and also because they know I will eat all of their food. My favorite advice is from people who encourage me to rest and eat what I want. In short, I’m not a big fan of being pregnant right now. Do I want a boy or a girl? Doesn’t matter. Do I think it’s a boy or a girl? No clue. Do I have a name for a boy or a girl? No. Well that is all of the intelligence I can eek out of my noodle for now. I ‘m gonna go eat some thin mints.
Megan
