December 2011
9 posts
Baby just kicked me so hard it woke me from a sound sleep and made me vomit simultaneously. This officially takes the first place on my list of “Pregnancy Issues That Should Be Vetoed”. Blecht.
Well, after all that turmoil friday night the poor dog ran away and got fucking run over. You feel so awful, and I feel awful that after 12 years, your last memories of your best friend are stained with what you knew was an over the top bad attitude. I feel bad for guilting you about him running off for the night before we got the call from the vet. Shit. He will be missed dearly. He was very much...
P.S. Needless to say, I decided to skip the sandwich. Now I’m sitting up in bed, hungry, nauseas, and grumpy. Yay for… oh, nevermind. I’ll find something to be cheery about in the morning. Right now I’m just going to fucking wallow. And hope the nausea fades soon enough I can put something in my belly and stop the peanut from shredding my insides as I deprive him of our...
Fuck. Seriously, just fuck.
*warning, if you’re squeemish just skip this…
Dogs both got sick tonight. Otis shit all over the basement earlier, you threw an epic tantrum cleaning it up and threw a bigger fit when I came to help. I finally head to bed rather than deal with you being an asshole to me over the dog being sick and my trying to be genuinely helpful. Tried to make the best...
I miss tall, cute shoes…
The husband comes to me with a sliver in his foot. I nearly have it with the crappy tweezers. I tell him to bring the REAL tweezers. He insists on giving it a go himself with the dull bastards first. Then brings me the other ones. He mangled the wound and buried the sliver. I tell him I’ll need a needle at this point if he still wants help, but that he’ll have to promise he’ll...
Just awoke from a dream that a gal in my office building needed help making a giant tower of jello blocks. Of course I was trying to oblige, but I had the hardest time locating an adequately sized cake pan to make said blocks, and my supervisor from work wouldn’t let me use his fridge. His HOME fridge. Like that was the only place in the world that I could chill the jello? My new coworker...
I keep having these incredibly difficult dreams in which you are unfaithful. I know that this is my sub-concious manifesting my insecurities about my pregnant body and I have read that this is a normal occurance. I understand how that all works, concern for my ability as a woman to keep your attention while I’m so hormonal and my body isn’t anything close to what you seem to prefer....
Our son has the hiccups. I hope they are this cute/entertaining after he is born. You seem to have decided on Alexander. I named Molly, so I keep saying that as long as you don’t pick something like Oedipus or Raindrop - I’m cool with letting you take the reigns on this baby name thing. I already loved the middle name, same as your grandpa’s, so the heritage bit is heartwarming...