I cried last night because I soft boiled what were supposed to be hard boiled eggs. I cracked 4 of them to prove that they were underboiled and threw them in the trashcan. Then I cried because I had bought the extra expensive Omega 3 eggs and just wasted them.
So I reboiled the rest and they were still under boiled.
So I threw out 2 more eggs. And cried more because I had just wasted $1.50.
Josh reboiled the last of them and we played a game of Rummikub to ease the tension.
This morning I ate a perfectly hard boiled egg, thanks to the patience of my husband and the fact that there are more than 6 eggs in a dozen.
I've been boiling eggs my whole life but, somehow, last night just wasn't meant to be.
You go a little crazy when you're pregnant.
I pee my pants.
I laugh hysterically reading product reviews on Amazon.com. Then I pee my pants and cry because I peed my pants.
I can't wait for Josh to come home and then spend the whole night being psychotic.
I put on my old jeans and complain that they won't button even though I'm less than 6 weeks away from giving birth.
I don't think I'm going to blame pregnancy for all of this. I think it's the lack of sugar.
But the doctor said I can have a "free day" on Thanksgiving.
Hold on to your pumpkin pies. I'm going on a rampage.