The fact that I couldn’t write because I was spending the day at my parents’ house where my mom is addicted to computer games. Does she seek help? Nope. No matter how many emails I send her about programs. She just stays on the computer all afternoon, and I can’t write. I prefer it if she would go back to her nice safe reading addiction.
The fact that I pulled four maternity shirts out of the laundry to find them stained. This is probably my last pregnancy. I didn’t want to buy anymore clothes. It was bad enough most of my maternity clothes are summer based without sleeves, so now I have to buy some more shirts. Dang.
The fact that when I’m pregnant I have no self-control. It’s not one cookie; it’s a half a dozen. It’s not one helping of mashed potatoes; it’s two large portions. It’s not a scoop of ice cream; it’s nearly the whole carton. I really need to find some exercise routine.