Lately, I seem to wear a lot of food. This belly of mine is just like a big catch-all. Well, I should say--the boobs & belly.
Today, I'm sporting a lovely dot of soy sauce.
Yesterday: watermelon juice, spaghetti sauce, orange soda, and yes, popcorn in the cleavage. Yesterday was a busy & messy day.
BP: 103/67 (awesome!)
My ankles have officially disappeared & have been replaced with a lovely medical term called "pitting edema". Remedy: elevate your feet higher than your heart. (1) Wouldnt I just love to sit @ my desk w/ my feet up all day. This is not something I am likely to get away with... (2) Elevating my feet higher than my heart--easier said than done.
PG-related Q & As...
"How are you feeling?"
......"Big, Fat, & Pregnant."
"How are you?", "What are you doing?"
"What are you up to?"
......"I'm up 38 pounds."
I'm so sleepy today & could just sleep & sleep.
Fanta pineapple soda sucks. Woke up too late to make coffee or stop for coffee. Grabbed a soda from the fridge. WTH did Damon buy this crap? He bought a whole case of it. It sucks. Yuck, yuck, yuck.