So the other day I totally had a break down about not being to make what I wanted for dinner because I pulled the wrong thing from the freezer. I cried myself to sleep while my husband played fortnite. Which I’m totally okay with him leaving me alone. I needed it.

Then I started craving pickles. I HATE PICKLES. LIKE HATE THEM. And now that’s all I want.

Today I was supposed to receive my u pregnancy pillow I ordered off of wish. It says delivered on the app and on the post office website but we can’t find it. I’m so mad and I just want to cry. Ugh this is a lot for me.