Gripe #2:  Food adds on the radio in the car..............on the billboards..................in the magazines.  All I wanted to do was peacefully drive to work in my miserable state. But, no. Instead I run into every creamy, cheesy, fishy, garlic ridden, vegetable casserole in my entire town. They are blabbing the gory details on the radio. They are shooting images across the billboards! I need to run, duck, and cover. I pull over and look down. There sits a recipe in the magazine I was strumming casually through yesterday for Creamy Asparagus Soup. Funny, I used to like to eat food.

GRIPE #1: Lying in bed in the morning for 1/2hr waiting for the perfect moment to move. Just move. My head, my leg, my arm, or wiggle my fingers without feeling like hurling. There are so many other things I could be doing with this half hour. Like showering. Good morning world, you are pregnant. I wish I could yell that out, alas, I might puke. Blargh.......