Symptoms of ?

I find myself finding great joy in rinsing, scrubbing and sterilizing the kitchen garbage and recycling cans.
I can smell what peoples houses smell like inside when I am walking by on the sidewalk.
I can not even think about thinking about writing about eating the leftovers in my fridge.
All I want to eat is clam chowder, pretty much anything that contains my daily quota of calories in a half cup serving sounds delicious.
I change my pillowcase every morning.
I bought giant lavender dryer tea bags to put in my bedroom so I could walk through it to take a shower before 2 pm.
I try not to think of what I am going to make for dinner until I am eating it.
I hate and love breakfast, I think I hate it more.
Nathan smells like a man, usually in the good way - the old spice way.
I make the boys take out the garbage almost every day instead of once a week.
I washed the couch, I washed the beanbag chair, I washed the couch pillows and the throw pillows.
I need to learn how to clean my oven, it smells, that's how much we have moved in the ten years we have been married, I have never cleaned an oven before.
I have cups of baking soda balanced precariously in my fridge at nose level.
I can't bring myself to clean the bathroom.
Walking by KFC smells like they keep live chickens in the dumpsters - maybe they do, OK I can't go there.
I am always hungry I am always full.
I am freezing and too warm.
I am tired and exhausted.
I am tired and productive.
I am tired and sleeping.
I am tired and simply staying awake.
I am excited and sad.
I am mad and happy.
I am pregnant!