Dear Lord – I have to do a presentation for our board tomorrow. Please don’t let me puke during this presentation. Please let T forget to wear her noxious perfume that will instantly make me puke if I smell it.
And Lord, while I have your ear, please give me enough energy to exercise. I see all these younger women pushing strollers, bouncing down Market Street, wearing a size 4. How does this happen? Aren’t you MORE tired after your baby is born?
All I know is that my belly is swelling & my love handles are jigglin and it’s gonna get worse before it gets better. It’s almost time to call in big guns, Lord. Hoping you can help a sista out.
Thanks,
b.
P.S. “Morning” sickness!??! Who gave it this name? Someone who obviously never had it. More like “It lasts so long, you’ll forget what it’s like to not want to puke” sickness.
