I am dreaming of frappucinos. As I barely stay awake at my desk, only the thought of having a creamy, icy, lovely fat/calorie/caffeine-laden frappucino in my hands by about quarter past four is keeping me going.
This is insane. This is even worse than the skor blizzard habit I cultivated during my pregnancy with Bee.
This morning as I was walking into work, I spied someone’s half-empty, discarded frap on top of a garbage can and, I shit you not, I almost took a swig.
This is going to be a long pregnancy.
Yes, after not posting for a week, this is all I got. I might do better once I get my fix.