One of the best things about being pregnant was not having to worry about that special time of the month. I totally and completely took it for granted, and now I'm kicking myself for not savoring every period-free moment.
Let's just say I've been extremely grumpy, bloated, emotional, exhausted and crampy this week.
So I turned to Target to ease my pain.
Very therapeutic, but as I was unpacking my 10,000 bags when I returned home, I began to realize the dangers associated with shopping while grumpy, bloated, emotional, exhausted and crampy.
Don't worry, I think I bought a banana or something. Or was it a can of kidney beans?
The point is, at this time next month I won't be going anywhere near Target.
Poor Reece will be living off chick junk food for the next few weeks.