Brett & Megan

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