I think it should be in the medical books.
My once self proclaimed "fly by the seat of my pants, run errands after bedtime, stay up past midnight" self has taken a hiatus.
I'd rather be home, where it's warm, in my comfy clothes, with my people :).
No need to run lots of errands after the kiddos get to bed, we can do without a loaf of bread for another day - I prefer to stay in my cave, I mean, home.
I've been seen turning down opportunities to walk around Target by myself, go return that Christmas gift that I got double of, or even go pick up my favorite salad from Chipotle.
Even one of the Target cashiers said, "where have you been, we haven't seen you in a while!"
I know, clearly my ways have changed. (don't fear, they will return!)
My almost 3rd trimester belly and I would rather stay home, and maybe eat some of those Valentines Day hearts that I shamelessly picked up at the store...
You either love them or you hate them, folks. I adore them.
Eric on the other hand thinks they taste like chalk. I'm just curious how he knows what chalk tastes like.
Pregnancy Induced Hibernation.
It's what I've been up to :).
I'm not the only one who hibernates am I??