2. Call the Midwife is such a good show, but watching it while pregnant is the worst idea I've ever had. I'm in complete denial over what has to happen at the end of 9 months.
3. Speaking of BBC shows, I'm hooked on The Paradise right now. It's essentially the same story line as Mr. Selfridge (so darn good), but it's great in its own way and doesn't stab you in the heart every episode like Downton Abbey. Or Parenthood, for that matter. I finished season 1 on Saturday and discovered season 2 was premiering on Sunday. I couldn't have timed that better if I tried. I live for a good BBC miniseries.
4. I caught two women blatantly staring down my midsection yesterday at work trying to discover if I'm with child or just eating too much. It's a little weird, but better than the time a man at my last job asked me how my baby shower went, thus confusing me with the girl 7 months pregnant.
5. Not only has food become my worst enemy, but I've developed aversions to all the things I once loved (except the BBC, apparently). I can't read anymore. I kind of hate to read. Early in the summer I went through a book every weekend. I have zero desire to read now. I've tried to force it and I just couldn't do it. There's also a slew of music I can't listen to. I fell head over heels for a new band back in August, and I used to listen to them while driving to work to help me forget the nausea so I could get there without pulling over. I now associate them with nausea and the taste of Orbit peppermint gum, which also makes me sick just by smelling it now. Which is unfortunate because my purse smells like Orbit peppermint gum.
That's my life these days. Netflix and napping, and I'm completely fine with it. If you have any Netflix suggestions, lay 'em on me. Speaking of which, all 7 seasons of Gilmore Girls will be available to stream starting tomorrow. I declare a national holiday!