Ugh!
Since OH's hours don't always mean he can get the grocery shopping, although he tries as often as he can bless him - it really comes down to me and I am finding it hard. First of all the supermarket smells make me heave. Then I am too tired and have such a pregnancy brain that even with a list I forget half the stuff. Then I have to buy food for OH which includes things that I can't even bear to think about.
It is quite amusing really. I have this image of myself lurching around with my trolley, frantically sipping my 7up to try to ease the quease and looking totally green! And then at the check out - heaven forbid if the person tries to talk to me - all I can do is focus on packing the bags as quickly as possible so that I can escape the smell of fried chicken and disgusting cake/donuts smell.
