Y’all.. I hurt. Not like crampy hurt.. but hurt. Like knife-in-the-ovary hurt. Like “Helloooooo Uterus!” hurt. I don’t normally *feel* my uterus. But I am now. And the emotions? PLEASE! So far, I’ve cried at Dizzy Tangerine, Erin’s, Seuss’s, and Mama-C-Ta‘s blogs today. TODAY. *sigh*
I quote Mr. Flinger, “I know that the stick says.. but you’re pregnant.”
Which reminds me… How has marriage changed since having a child? ‘Cause after all this emotional crap and paranoia/freeky mommishness over LB,... Read more
Another test today. You know.. just to be sure. (Although, I’m still not scheduled to start for another week.)
It said Not Pregnant.
That’s a good thing, right?
So why am I crying?Read more
I peed on a stick. An UNUSED stick, I might add. And it actually read “Not Pregnant” because the two line thing, apparently, is entirely to confusing to us morons that call the doctor with a positive test bawling when, in fact, it is not.Read more
I’m so freakin’ tired. LB’s teeth are coming in and I’m tired and emotional and a wreck. My great friend Traci asked if I really think I’m pregnant. “Honestly?” I said, “I always think I’m pregnant.”
So do I think I’m over thinking everything? Of course. Will I stop? No. All I know is that people try for months and months when they’re ovulating and don’t get pregnant. Why would one or two tries in a couple of days clinch the deal? Ya know? I’m a fool to think I’m just *that* easy. Or, I’m a fool to think I’m not.
At any rate, I’ve been having fantastic tired bitch fests with Rbelle. And, I’d tell you all about it, but... Read more
Did I tell you that when I was pregnant, everything smelled like onion? My friend’s shampoo was onion. My husband seeped onion into our room at night while he breathed and I’d come in from the bathroom and gag from the smell. The dish soap was onion. The laundry, fresh out of the dryer, smelled like onion. I gagged from all the onion smell all the time. I grew to hate onions. I still cant eat them.Read more
Today I did something I can hardly believe. In fact, I’m so embarrassed about it, I’ll share it with all of you.
I’ve been feeling odd. Strange. Emotional. Bloated. Big-boobed. And late.Read more