waiting feet

 

My internal monologue at the moment:

 

“Ow. Sore boobs. Must be pregnant.

Oh, wow, that smells strong. Pregnancy nose!

Why am I so cold? Probably pregnant.

Intense dreams! That’s a pregnancy thing.

Ugh. Tired. Ooh! Pregnant!

I just forgot the word ‘parsley’! Has pregnancy-brain kicked in already?

Eating pickles from the jar? Preeeegnaaaant.

Grumpy. Pregnant…”

 

Repeat with creative variations.

Get it together, brain!

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