I really wish this first trimester was over, I am so sick of feeling like this. Nauseous, tired, my boobs feel like they are about to explode, bloating. So far I remember why I hate being pregnant. Good thing something sweet, and adorable comes out of this.
Never mind the birthing part, I'm already having flashbacks to that "wonderful" part.
Noah was regressing in his potty training. He was starting to poop in his pants again, so I offered him M&M's if he went poop in the potty. Worked like a charm.
I can't wait for Big Brother to start. I still love that show.
I watched Oprah's final episode, and was very disappointed.