Sleep Does A Sam Good
Today I took Chicken to school, came home, internetted for a bit and then PTFO'd (passed the fuck out) until 2:30pm rolled around and it was time to pick up Chicken again. I feel better about life in general and I am ready to take on the couch/innernets/light parenting. Chicken is currently in Algebra I and I am enjoying the shit out of helping him with his homework. I love basic Algebra. It makes my geeky heart go pitter-patter.
Speaking of geek, I have a website that I want to share with you. It is authored by a good friend of Teddy Bear and it follows the geek news blog style. It is called Geek-tastic and I command thee to go, read a post, and comment. Want to weigh in about the virtues of fast versus slow zombies? Here is the post for you. Tell him I sent you. Or no more chicken pics for you!
I updated Egg's blog over here, and I updated my sidebar with NEW! EXCITING! LINKS! of DANGER! with the exception of the danger because who the fuck am I kidding? I am lame and boring without any danger at all. Unless it is the ever-present danger of shitting mah pants. If you should be on my sidebar and I'm an asshole and forgot you, leave a comment. Or just pout in silence. Whatevers.
As far as my test failure goes, my doctor does not want to make me take the 3-hour glucose test and considers me "pre-diabetic" and put me on a fucking diet. I suppose I can take the test if I wish but I really don't feel the burning desire to take it. I have been ordered to cut out simple carbs, eat every two hours, and avoid big meals. HA HA HA HA HA. I mean, "Yes sir!" Because I haven't had any trouble with my appetite in the last six months, right? And I don't already have the no wheat in my diet issue, right? I'm going to do my best and talk to him again in two weeks at my next appointment. Don't tell anyone but I was on the verge of tears through most of the appointment. And I'm not a teary pregnant chick at all. Fuuuuck.
Mr. Sunshine Doctor also talked to me about my hips of fuckedness and indicated that he expected me to be totally fucked and horizontal fullish time by the end of my pregnancy. What? You wanted to be pregnant and WALK, TOO? HA HA HA HA. I'm having TB look into renting me a wheelchair so I can at least participate in weekend activities that require walking. You know, like grocery shopping?
For those of you that were pissed, outraged, and generally wanting to fucking kill my Chiro because he told me that another baby was not a great idea I wanted to clarify myself. Or yourself. Whatever. His point was that putting myself through another highly painful and debilitating pregnancy was not a splendid idea-and I totally agree. I assumed (HA HA HA I am a total asshole for that) that this pregnancy would be similar to the first two and I would potentially have the added benefit of my fibro going into remission. (Insert more insane laughter here) At this point I am thankful that I can have this baby and will cherish him to pieces with no expectations of ever doing this again. It is just a risk that I do not want to take, and I do not want to put my family through this again. Make sense? Okay, moving on to better things...
Remember how you were saying that I wasn't a true geek? You were doubting my geek cred? Look at this shit, yo:
This door mat comes from ThinkGeek and happily greets visitors to my humble abode. I love it. Anther thing I love? Being able to show Chicken what it looks like when you are high as fuck* and trying to function in public. Great job, Joaquin Phoenix and thanks for the teachable moment.
*This is no way is meant to construe that I am anti-drug. It is merely to convey that too much of anything is really fucking stupid.
Speaking of geek, I have a website that I want to share with you. It is authored by a good friend of Teddy Bear and it follows the geek news blog style. It is called Geek-tastic and I command thee to go, read a post, and comment. Want to weigh in about the virtues of fast versus slow zombies? Here is the post for you. Tell him I sent you. Or no more chicken pics for you!
I updated Egg's blog over here, and I updated my sidebar with NEW! EXCITING! LINKS! of DANGER! with the exception of the danger because who the fuck am I kidding? I am lame and boring without any danger at all. Unless it is the ever-present danger of shitting mah pants. If you should be on my sidebar and I'm an asshole and forgot you, leave a comment. Or just pout in silence. Whatevers.
As far as my test failure goes, my doctor does not want to make me take the 3-hour glucose test and considers me "pre-diabetic" and put me on a fucking diet. I suppose I can take the test if I wish but I really don't feel the burning desire to take it. I have been ordered to cut out simple carbs, eat every two hours, and avoid big meals. HA HA HA HA HA. I mean, "Yes sir!" Because I haven't had any trouble with my appetite in the last six months, right? And I don't already have the no wheat in my diet issue, right? I'm going to do my best and talk to him again in two weeks at my next appointment. Don't tell anyone but I was on the verge of tears through most of the appointment. And I'm not a teary pregnant chick at all. Fuuuuck.
Mr. Sunshine Doctor also talked to me about my hips of fuckedness and indicated that he expected me to be totally fucked and horizontal fullish time by the end of my pregnancy. What? You wanted to be pregnant and WALK, TOO? HA HA HA HA. I'm having TB look into renting me a wheelchair so I can at least participate in weekend activities that require walking. You know, like grocery shopping?
For those of you that were pissed, outraged, and generally wanting to fucking kill my Chiro because he told me that another baby was not a great idea I wanted to clarify myself. Or yourself. Whatever. His point was that putting myself through another highly painful and debilitating pregnancy was not a splendid idea-and I totally agree. I assumed (HA HA HA I am a total asshole for that) that this pregnancy would be similar to the first two and I would potentially have the added benefit of my fibro going into remission. (Insert more insane laughter here) At this point I am thankful that I can have this baby and will cherish him to pieces with no expectations of ever doing this again. It is just a risk that I do not want to take, and I do not want to put my family through this again. Make sense? Okay, moving on to better things...
Remember how you were saying that I wasn't a true geek? You were doubting my geek cred? Look at this shit, yo:
This door mat comes from ThinkGeek and happily greets visitors to my humble abode. I love it. Anther thing I love? Being able to show Chicken what it looks like when you are high as fuck* and trying to function in public. Great job, Joaquin Phoenix and thanks for the teachable moment.*This is no way is meant to construe that I am anti-drug. It is merely to convey that too much of anything is really fucking stupid.
Labels: Baby, Chicken, One Sickly Bitch, Preggo, Teddy Bear, Templates
posted by Sam at
8:18 PM
5 Comments:
That doormat cracks me up, but maybe this is a sign that I'm a nerd too?
I don't approve of doormats, but if I had one, it'd be this one.
I'd have never guessed you were a geek. I think you are pretty awesome. And the doormat? It rocks!
You're such a geek. But I mean that in the most loving, accepting, and understanding way possible. ;)
Too much of anything in public or on TV is extraordinarily stupid.
BTW love love the doormat.
I hope your doc is wrong about the hip thing....mine was very bad and about 2 weeks before Brooklyn was born it just magically got better. So I don't know. Just trying to be positive :)
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