I picked Afton up at the church the other night. It was a gorgeous evening, so I rolled the windows down. The fresh air blew in and YUCK! The smell of it was so disgusting! That was my first clue. Fresh air should not smell disgusting.
Then I felt scatter brained and overwhelmed for no identifiable reason. I thought my thyroid medicine was wonky.
Then I felt like a 500 lb woman just trying to make it up the stairs.
The last straw was the 15 minute bawl session I had on the freeway for no reason yesterday. Nic had that little twinkle of fear in his eye. That one that silently screams, "Oh my Heavens, WHAT did I marry?"
Sho' nuff. I'm pregnant.
