Baby is the size of a chocolate chip.
Two weeks ago today I came down with a sore throat. I still have a straggling cough and very little energy. Louie cleaned the place up for me a few days ago, I don’t have the strength to care. Emotions are running rampant. I feel myself wanting to practice and meditate, but I get sucked into my bed with lethargy and overwhelming nausea. My diet is no bueno. The only foods that seem to bring any solace are childhood favorites of mine: Subway, Doritos, Coca Cola, Cracker Barrel etc. I want to make better decisions, but I’m too weak to care. Jayden said it’s because I’m growing a little mini-me inside.