88 More Days of This?

I hurt.

I ache.

Gidget can't seem to get comfy, so therefore I am not comfortable.

She's either sticking herself in between what feels like each individual rib, or she's standing on my bladder (which sends me running to the bathroom only to discover there's NOTHING there!) and kidneys. Or she's punching or kicking me in the diaphragm, or she just plops herself to one side, making me as lopsided as all get out and rather uncomfortable!

My back hurts, my feet hurt, my sides hurt....There's not much that doesn't hurt.

Don't get me wrong, I want her to stay all warm and cozy and bake till she's done, but goodness do I want this overwith already!

I'm tired, I'm cranky, I'm grumpy, moody, sneezy, sleepy.....and just toss in the rest of the dwarves for the hell of it!

I'm hungry one minute and full and nauseated the next.

I'm tired of having to lay on my left side when I sleep....all due to it offering better circulation for me and gidget. Most of the time I wake up on my right anyhow.

And if all that wasn't a long enough list, my lower lip looks like I took a right hook from Mike Tyson, all due to a damned painful cold sore. Any other time in the last 5 years when I've gotten a cold sore/fever blister, I've used this Abreeva stuff and its gone before it gets a chance to start. But noooooooo, not this time.

I now look like I've got Mick Jaggers lips on Divine's body!

Bah!