Since a couple one of you have shown interest in my well being, I felt the need to update.
Things are going to HELL in my good friend MamaT‘s handbasket. I have graduated from Frequent Dry Heaver to Frequent Dry Heaver With a Touch of Barf.
Nice.
I’ve been struggling through a work day and going to bed by 8pm every night. My designing, TV watching and Blogging are suffering. *Sniff*
I really owe no explanation, but feel obligated because I care about you so much.
[Who the fuck just said that? *looking around* Must be these damn hormones.]
[I really don't care about you at all. I just want you to stay and read because I like to feel loved is all; and in the blog world it's all about Out of Sight, Out of Mind. I so don't want to be that. I need to feel validated and the only way I get that is by you people flocking to this mere blog.]
Feel the love people. Feel that ooey gooey squishy love.
Fall weather is here and I’m having a Love/Hate relationship this year. I love the cooler morning and the crisp breeze, but I also miss the sun. Why is it that when fall comes, the sun never comes out anymore? Talk about Depressing! Yes, that’s Depressing. With a Capital D. Which means VERY.
Oh, and why else am I miserable? I’ve cut out coffee and cut back on my Beloved Coke Zero.
That’s enough to make anyone a Huge Bitch. (So fuck off.)
And! When I’m pregnant I turn into this evil and uncaring Super Bitch. I tell people what I think, I’m (more) blunt and even more to the point then normal. Like today for instance: I told my boss that I thought a co-worker was a lazy ass who did nothing all day but sleep and play Freecell. Whenever he does get asked to do something he passes the buck and takes the credit.
Nice eh?
Seriously. Don’t mess with me, I’m not about to blow rainbows and sunshine out my ass any time soon.
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I found the lack of urge to be a nice girl refreshing while I was pregnant – it was the first time in my life I just let rip.
Feel better dude.
So….maybe I will wait until after you have your child to meet up with you after I move back to Ontario. In the mean time I hope you feel better!
I particularly enjoyed the free-range bitch that came out and the complete lack of urge to suck in my stomach when I was prego.
I hope the dry heaving ends soon.
Yeah, but I bet if I said I’d pay you BIG BUCKS to blow rainbows and sunshine out of your ass you so do it.
Are you doing anything to help the dry heaves? Some soothing tea perhaps? I know, silly question.
Biggest virtual hugs EVAH going your way.
i wish i had’ve had my blog when i was pregnant. i had a job where i had to watch what i said at all times…man, that would’ve been a mean blog!
i know i’ve said this before…like a few minutes ago
, but i really hope you feel better soon!
I hear you.
If I make it to 8 pm I’m proud. My husband puts my son to bed each night because I’m usually asleep. PATHETIC.
But, I promise – morning sickness goes away.
And, I’m just as bitchy.
I didn’t fart rainbows either when I was knocked up. At times I was downright homicidal!
You’re hot when your bitchy.
Rawr.
Try not to get puke in your hair, eh? Kinda kills some of that hotness you’ve got happening.
I almost to frightened to type.
Ginger altoids, they helped me with Doogal and the vomit machine.
It’s a boy.
Even as a fetus, a male can make you miserable.
Pregnant women have every right to be bitchy. And breastfeeding women. And women who have weaned their kids. And women who didn’t breastfeed their kids. And did I mention mothers? Grandmas, too…
Wow! I haven’t checked into your blog quite a long time, I had no idea you were going to be pregnant when I checked back today! CONGRATS! I am SO happy for you!!!
But sorry that it sounds like you’ve got a bit of the barfing stuff going on (I have to get caught-up on all of your old entries). But congrats again, I’m jealous (not of the barfing/just being prego.), I want one more.
Aw, thanks!! I noticed you hadn’t been around!
Glad you’re back!
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