I feel like I’m going to barf. Oh wait, my dad reads this blog and wants me to be more tactful. Let me try this again.

I feel that I might, in a ladylike fashion, delicately and politely toss my cookies. Breakfast part deux, Last Meal Remix, the toilet bowl bow-down, pay homage to the porcelain throne. I could go on and on.

I have no idea why this is, though I have many theories. Scariest theory but LEAST LIKELY: pregnancy. More likely theory: not enough protein? Seriously likely theory: not enough calories spaced way too far apart. (Breakfast was at 6:30 and lunch wasn’t til 1.)

One way or another, I am lying on my floor wiggling my fingers to entertain Caden praying I stop feeling like a newbie on a fishing trawler.

As we like to say in my family, pray for me as I pray for myself.

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About Jennifer James

I'm a full time mom who works full time. I'm a painter, a dreamer, and a believer that the most feminist thing you can do is adore your femininity. I say what I think, when it's appropriate for sharing. I write when I feel like I have something to say. I love always.

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