STARVING. Ventures downstairs to eat a bite of cookie dough brownies. Drinks apple juice from the bottle, no shame. Drinks milk from the carton. Upstairs, wincing. Eats more chic-fil-a. Food repeats in throat, no nausea. Don't barf! Please don't barf! Fricken sciatic nerve pain. Wake hubby to hold me. I AM A EAGING INFERNO. Everything is hot. My breasts ache.  How can they have upgraded to a B and be in the way???? Stream of consciousness, just thought I would share.