On Saturday, I went to garage sales with my parents. Then we did some grocery shopping. It was nice to spend some time just the three of us. It doesn't happen and once the baby gets here, I doubt it'll ever happen again. We're not above buying used stuff like some of you prissy pants, elitists. We saw so many cute girl baby clothes but obviously we don't know what it is yet. No need to waste money but some of the outfits were only like 50 cents or a dollar. There were a couple of houses with ridiculous prices. Some women be like "this outfit is $50. Because I paid $80 in the store." Bitch, I don't care what you paid. This is a garage sale. Nobody's paying $50 to buy some old outfit out of your garage. Bye, Felicia.
My mom found a play pen that looked practically new for $25. She got it so she can have one at her place. I spent most of the day being nauseous but that was about it. Sunday, I wasn't really nauseous but I had trouble eating cause my appetite was so fickle. The idea of eating most things made me want to puke. I was also tired and out breath anytime we did something. We went for a walk around the mall and on the way to the car I got so tired and out of breath, I had to sit in the grass while Chandler went to get the car. The whole time I'm thinking, "This is how a missing person crime show starts." But luckily I was not kidnapped.
Today was more of the completely exhausted/short of breath. Better then being nauseous though. So I guess I shouldn't complain. Though either way it's a reminder here's life growing inside me with is completely overwhelming sometimes.
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