Newbies

For those of you that are newish to Sam's Stories, I thought I'd clear a thing or two up that I noticed in the comments. First, the miscarriage happened 13 years and two husbands ago. Yep, I get around. Second, I can't fucking remember what the second thing was...shit. I do have a complaint, however. I am pissed at Blogger for sucking huge donkey dick when it comes to uploading pictures lately. I have a post completely written, just waiting for your amusement. However, Blogger does not think that I need pictures. Fucker.

*minor pregnant bitching below*

I've been feeling crappy lately and having the most difficult time explaining the hauntingly familiar feeling. Until yesterday when I realized that I feel hung over. Not the ZOMG barf-festival, but the feeling dehydrated, wanting to drink a lot of water but having it not settle well, tired and cranky. I've been hungry but nothing sounds good and only limited quantities of food make my stomach happy. My pain level from the fibromyalgia is much better, not in the realm of "hey I'm a normal fucking person" but livable. I have done some research and apparently the hormone relaxin is increased by tenfold during pregnancy and this hormone is responsible for a host of really awesome things. Like the super cool preggo nails and hair, relaxed muscles, and better sleep.

My sleeping has gone from bad to worse, partially a result of removing sleeping pills from my diet and also general preggo stuff. If I wasn't pregnant the lack of sleep would have ramped up my pain levels to the point where I wouldn't be getting out a bed at all. So, you win some, you lose some. According to the innernets, relaxin has been used to treat fibromyalgia. I'm going to ask my specialist when I see him this week because that would rock.

As soon as Blogger allows me to upload pictures I will publish the post in which I get my ass kicked by a Toyota Camry in The (speedy little convertible with a new door handle) Car.

PS My word for the week is PenisLicker. I use it in lieu of someone's given name. Gender or orientation does not matter when one is a PenisLicker. For example, "Hey PenisLicker, whatcha doin?"