Because I could and because I woke up at 3 AM thinking about ricotta. It was a very long five hours till breakfast.
And in full disclosure, I also bought a bagel with cream cheese while walking from car to work, because if more than two hours pass between feedings...are you familiar with that dramatic fake puking sound people make when they don't like something? I make that sound for real, just kinda hanging out at my desk.
I just wrapped up two really bad sick days. I'd been feeling semi-cocky, like I was mostly done with all this heaving nonsense by 9.5 weeks, but sweet Jeebs I was wrong. Lucky for Clay, he was in LA Wednesday night, while I writhed on the couch and shook my fist at the pot belly.
But I have high hopes for today.
In other news, I saw this old episode of CSI: Vegas (the only CSI, if you know what's good for you) about this crazy pregnant lady on a shooting spree. At one point, they zoom in on Warrick's (R.I.P.) face, who says, completely deadpan:
"A pregnant lady with a gun?! GET THAT WOMAN OFF THE STREETS."
That pretty much plays in a constant loop in my head -- just swap out "gun" for "car" and he really nailed it.