In Central Texas, there is an evil tree, the cedar tree. Every year, it pollenates in late December through early February, making my life a living hell. It has a more technical name (something about a juniper, or something) but I am way too stuffed up to think of the name right now.
This year will be worse, thanks to no Claritin, no Nasonex, and no coffee (I am not opposed to a cup in pregnancy, but the smell, which normally makes me swoon, is making me gag these days). It makes it more difficult to walk or sneak out for a 2 mile run, knowing that I will SUFFER for the next 24 hours for doing so.
At least the evil trees freed my guilty conscience (even thought we cut back this Christmas, it is still a damn expensive holiday) and let me order 2 pregnancy fitness videos from Amazon. They should be here tomorrow. I hate working out inside (except for hula-hooping on the wii fit-love that) but this is cheaper than a gym membership, and I am determined to stay active. It certainly helped me the last time.
I am off to take a mini-dose of children’s benadryl. Benadryl is all I can take, but the adult dose (or the full dose for a 2 year old, for that matter) leaves me catatonic. I can take just enough to take the edge off.
