No, it’s not the latest porn movie hitting the Internet, it’s what my Doc said after I admitted to peeing away hundreds of dollars in pregnancy sticks. After last week’s episode, she demanded I take a blood pregnancy test because, let’s face it, I was whacked and a week late. Also, regardless of how many fake positive or real negative tests I take, I still believe I’m pregnant. Hell, I can be bleeding like a... Read more
When this is the top story, you know it’s a slow news day.Read more
You know the ol’ sayings: Don’t judge a book by it’s cover; It’s not what’s outside that matters in a person; Don’t judge the size of the poo by the stink. Oh, haven’t heard that last one? Well you will, especially if you’re ever within, say, ten thousand feet of my daughter.
Her poop is the smelliest shit (literally) I have ever laid olfactory nerves on. (Yes, I said “olfactory nerves”. I took Anatomy in college. Aren’t you impressed? Be impressed! I *r-e-t-a-i-n-e-d something from college! Sure, it’s about how... Read more
We’ve had a great weekend. Thank you so much for all your support and love. I luff all of it. Truly, every stinkin’ one of your emails/comments/cards/phone calls (!) mean so much so thank you thank you. I’ve gone back to my regular dosage and, amazingly, things started perking up. In addition, we headed out of town Friday night, saw my best friends in Seattle, and then *I* was blessed with a girl’s night out while Mr “WWE”, to quote Claire, took LB and gave me and my gals free rein of Bellevue. Sometimes,... Read more
I had a rough day. Really, it started a week ago when my shrink (yes, I have a shrink and yes, I realize how friggin’ hip and soooo ‘two thousands’ that makes me) told me it’s ok, and time, to start reducing my Post Partum Depression medication. “Swell!” I said. I cut my meds by 10mg about a week ago. Then all brain hell cut loose.
Without rehashing my whole day, let’s just say that the following highlights can push a Post Partum Brain Effed woman over the edge:
I did the drawing today. Look! I even documented it for y’all.
First I wrote 45 numbers on the paper. Then I cut each number into strips. I had no idea who each number went to, but I knew there were 45 comments and thus, 45 numbers get put in the hat.
Remember how I asked y’all about that online bill paying? Well, apparently, I signed us up for some automated deduction of our most expensive bill. Hey! Look at how convenient it is! It’ll pay our mortgage for us. Every month! Oh, I almost peed myself. Thrilling. Joyous. Oh, technology at it’s best!
Well, as we know, I am not the sharpest knife in the drawer. I mean, I
Whatever I was going to post today seems a bit too unnecessary. please go to Starshine’s blog and pray for the mommy on her September message board.
I think we can all too easily put ourselves in her shoes and I know I cried real tears.Read more
I’m am one unfaithful wench.
I just cheated on Sconeday.
But damn, if your’e gonna cheat, make it worth it.
Now excuse me, but I can’t hear anything over the sound of my ass... Read more
You won’t believe this chick I met at the park yesterday. First, she looked unshowered and a little frazzled. Her one year old was pretty cute but wasn’t nearly as decked out as my two year old daughter, Emily. I mean, she wasn’t even wearing a cute baby gap knitted hat! Anyway, she obviously needed to lose a few pounds, unlike me- just six weeks after I having our new daughter, I’m back to my size two. She let her kid run around fairly freely and then started talkign to me! She asked nice things at first. We chatted. Then I pointed out my six week old and her... Read more