So Yeah And Then There Was The Penis Pump
I said in a previous post that I no longer feel like death. Technically, this is true. However, I feel like complete shit most of the time. I am one of those ungrateful bitches that whines about how horrible pregnancy is and blah blah blah. I suppose when my previous pregnancies were pretty fucking fantastic this whole difficulty with eating and drinking EVERYTHING plus having a shit-ton of trouble sleeping is making me fussy. Today Chicken informed me that I should get fixed after having this baby because I am a whiny bitch when pregnant and he is not interested in going through another one with me. One would be shocked and appalled but FUCK ME if he isn't right. I can't believe that Teddy Bear hasn't said, "Fuck this" and left yet. I would leave me if I could. I suck.
In other news, I ignored the whole preggo thing when I went to the fair with my mom, Chicken, and Jesus the other day. Then I got home and read the comment/listened to voice mail from Eliza and realized that twisted minds think alike. Tomorrow I am having lunch with her and my godmother (for their June bdays) and part of me wants to tell then. She won't be a total cunt in front of the godmother.
I received a voice mail from my mother yesterday. Apparently H2's stepfather passed away. The man was abusive (to his wife, mentally) and an asshole behind closed doors. I am not sad. I am happy that H2's mother is finally free of him. My mom recommended I attend the service this week and I have no urge to do so.
In other people dying news, my father's best friend passed away last week. I can't believe they are both gone now. They were a terrible twosome, best friends for 30+ years. He leaves two daughters (my age), and six grandchildren with one on the way. He wasn't even sixty years old.
In other news, I ignored the whole preggo thing when I went to the fair with my mom, Chicken, and Jesus the other day. Then I got home and read the comment/listened to voice mail from Eliza and realized that twisted minds think alike. Tomorrow I am having lunch with her and my godmother (for their June bdays) and part of me wants to tell then. She won't be a total cunt in front of the godmother.
I received a voice mail from my mother yesterday. Apparently H2's stepfather passed away. The man was abusive (to his wife, mentally) and an asshole behind closed doors. I am not sad. I am happy that H2's mother is finally free of him. My mom recommended I attend the service this week and I have no urge to do so.
In other people dying news, my father's best friend passed away last week. I can't believe they are both gone now. They were a terrible twosome, best friends for 30+ years. He leaves two daughters (my age), and six grandchildren with one on the way. He wasn't even sixty years old.
posted by Sam at
11:52 PM
3 Comments:
Sam, I read somewhere that 'the best thing for aches and pains, is what made it hurt'. The reference was to learning sword fighting and exercise. I think it was a fantasy book. But you might try Yoga for Bumps. What would it hurt? Oops. Sorry. My bad. Be sure to get your doctor's advice before undertaking any new exercise or diet program.
Going to a funeral sometimes expresses affection for the departed. It always reflects affection for those attending. Whether you look at this service as "I want to *know* the dude is gone", or "I want H2's mother to know she has my sympathy for her past experience with the dude," going would be a kindness.
You wanted this baby, you talked about it ad nauseum. I think amid your kvetching about feeling sick and like hell that you spend some time thanking God that you are carrying a child and that a little gratitude goes farther than all that complaining.
Fibro is a bitch I know that, please tell me that you are not going to spend the next 7 months kvetching because that would make me very sad. Get off the cross others need the wood. Start pumping positivity into that womb and stop complaining because you know SHE can hear your every word and she can feel every ounce of bad feeling you are feeling. You don't want that baby coming out kvetching with her first breath do you???
Relax, do the Yoga, it might help you a lot.
Jeremy
You're a Whiner Fourtyniner. That's what my dad called it.
He's an asshole.
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