I am not feeling up to snuff lately. My abdomen is a pretty constant source of irritation and, well, pain. If I twist the wrong way, I can feel things moving around that I’m pretty sure shouldn’t. Oh well, there’s a cute little kid down there, too. She’s worth this. Man, if I’m whining now… how bad is the whole birthing thing going to be. I am not a woman who likes or even tolerates pain. It is one of the largest ironies in my life that I ended up a nurse. I’m a terrible, terrible patient.
On the lighter side, my spectacular husband took me out to eat at the Rosepepper Cantina last night (our favorite Mexican restaurant). Chips and salsa have rarely tasted so good, even though their’s are the best around. And my taco? Certified yummy! I’m always hungry. However, my stomach does not have a large capacity at this time. Just one taco and some chips and I was ready to be rolled out of there. I also almost fell asleep at the table afterward. I am a fabulous date.