My sister's bugging me to update my blog. Well, let's see...last night I came home from work and went to bed about 8:30. Kevin woke me up at about 10:30 and had gone to get me Sudafed and Benadryl. I chose Sudafed thinking it would harm my baby less than the Benadryl. Took the medicine, woke up for work, still feel like crap.

I woke up in the middle of the night for two reasons. 1. My dog has anal glands (sorry, but can't hide the truth...it stinks too bad) and 2. I had "Hey Julie" by Fountains of Wayne stuck in my head. It's such a catchy song and it caused me not to be able to fall back asleep. So I wake Kevin up, get it stuck in his head hoping it would get out of mine, but I only made him mad and we both laid there awake for too long.

I go to the doctor this afternoon to begin my weekly visits, so we'll see if there's anything newsworthy to report tomorrow. People keep coming into my office and telling me about food in the front office. I guess when you're pregnant they think you eat nonstop. I get tired of being told about food and people practically forcing you to eat it. Just because I look like a cow doesn't mean I eat like one.