My internal monologue at the moment:
“Ow. Sore boobs. Must be pregnant.
Oh, wow, that smells strong. Pregnancy nose!
Why am I so cold? Probably pregnant.
Intense dreams! That’s a pregnancy thing.
Ugh. Tired. Ooh! Pregnant!
I just forgot the word ‘parsley’! Has pregnancy-brain kicked in already?
Eating pickles from the jar? Preeeegnaaaant.
Grumpy. Pregnant…”
Repeat with creative variations.
Get it together, brain!
