All I wanna do is a zoom zoom zoom and a boom boom!

I am a doer.

I must do...

So, now that all I want to do is throw up all the time, I feel really really bad (and I am sure the hormones raging through my body aren't helping either.), and berate myself for not having everything "just so."

I stood in the shower and (once again trying not to toss my cookies in the overly-luke-warm water...hot water will make you want to throw up, in case you didn't know...) gave Jeremy my "why???" face.

"What?" He said, his face crumpling like so many pieces of tossed away paper.

"Why can't I be happy if things aren't perfect?? I mean, I want things perfect NOW, but I know that it take years...but I want it, and I am miserable because I can't have it!"

He nodded sagely, but failed to look wise in his birthday suit. None of us do. We just look silly.

"I am a perfectionist, too..."

He then said something deep and poignant which my pregnant brain threw out as adware and started thinking about magnadoodles.

I don't know why God made pregos crazy...maybe it's so we can appreciate being normal when it's all over.