Dear Diary

I slept in today. It was glorious and well needed.  Little Werecub has liked to talk my bladder into waking me up at daybreak; my jerk bladder always listens.  I'm pretty sure they were fast friends, best friends even, because I have to pee every 2 hours.  Werecub and my bladder; pranking mom all day.

I'm nearly over this horrific sinus cold, and I'm confused and angry that no one has made a proper cold medicine for pregnant women.  Never again will I serve my first term in winter.  Sadly I didn't have a family doctor to tell me it was OK to take Tylenol Cold for the first cold and subsequent sinusitis.  I can't get those days off of work back, little Werecub, no toys for the first 2 months!

My fangs and fur will come, just you wait.

The Werecub growing inside me has lent me its glorious sense of smell; I'm pretty sure I can smell everything within a mile.  This gift has its consequences though, some things do not smell as good as they used too.  For some reason Werecub does not like popcorn, taco seasoning and eating late at night, for some reason, makes Werecub upset enough to say gross things to my stomach making me vomit.

Also, why hasn't anyone made a local delivery only restaurant for pregnant women? Preparing food is the suck, I seem to fluctuate between starving and not hungry pretty regularly and I just don't have time to cook something healthy.

Werecub the Pranker; making mom hungry, really hungry and then taking her appetite away mid meal.  Or; making mom not hungry, especially when food is readily available.  Or my personal favorite; making mom hungry but the thought of eating makes her sick.