Bad days & Beer

Today is the first day since I got pregnant that I want a beer. I am 133 days pregnant. Today work was terrible, patients that could not be made happy regardless of trying, constantly admitting patients, haivng to listen to a coworker who I dub "a stress monkey" and only 1 break in 8 hours (but it felt like 16).

So I settled for a full size bag of Tim's Jalapeno Chips. Full size I tell you. Yes there are still some left and Hugo did help :) And some sour gummy worms. Delicious. So even if work calls me and begs I swear I will not agree to work. Probably better that I don't even answer the phone as I would be tempted by time & a half pay.

Here is a 19 week & half a bag of Jalapeno chips belly :) No, those are not maternity pants, just my uber-comfy scrubs that I bought for nursing school clinicals.

Speaking of belly. Yesterday at work a patient finally asked if I was pregnant! Under ordinary non-pregnant circumstances this would have been a little insulting, but as I had just eaten dinner and I am 4.5 months pregnant (and no one thinks I look it) for me it was thrilling. 

I wonder what Panchito will look like: eyes the color of honey, blue or brown? bubble booty like my hubby or flat like mine? moles or moleless? surprisingly blonde or expectedly dark hair? One thing for certain Noel and my child will have long legs!