I’ve been trying to give myself more grace when it comes to daily activities, but writing is the last thing on my mind when I’m headed to bed early for a long day.

Yesterday was my mom’s birthday and we went out to Mexican and I think I ate about two bites and that was it. It was a nice evening and I enjoyed celebrating her.

However, on the way home my husband farted in the car and I made him pull over so that I could vomit. He just so happened to pull into a church parking lot which in hindsight is pretty hilarious but at the same time, I feel bad for whoever takes care of their lawn.

I also only worked half the day yesterday because I was so constipated and vomiting and uncomfortable. My manager let me go home. I promptly spent the rest of the afternoon vomiting, and eventually my constipation went away, which is great news.

I honestly think constipation is a real devil in pregnancy. I never expected it but today I feel great.