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A place where I can bitch about life's daily hiccups and keep my sanity, without annoying everyone around me. Fair enough?

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Location: The armpit of Canada, Canada

I'm a 31 year old woman who is fed up with the way things are progressing in the world. I have opinions on everything, and I'm not afraid to voice them. I'm old, I'm jaded, so sue me...

Friday, March 31, 2006

It's Alive!! Part Deux...

The baby that is!! This week has been really cool, as I can now feel the future soccer player moving around on a regular basis. It feels really weird, like non-stop butterflies. We're almost at the 4 month mark, and things are going really well. No more weight gain to speak of, so Hitler the doctor will be happy. I was told that seeing as I am 'a little big' (read: fat ass!) to begin with, I should lay off the twinkies and ho-hos. I guess she's hoping the kid will feed off the reserves? What does she think I am? A seal? Anyway, it hasn't been too hard, because between the nausea (which thankfully has all but stopped) and the five-alarm heartburn, I can't really eat that much anyway. Bland. Bland is good. So are Tums, and they have CALCIUM, something I am sorely lacking due to my aversion to milk. I could eat ice cream, but there we go again with the fat girl theme...there's no rest for the wicked, or the impregnated.
The more I think of it, I should change the title of this blog to "All Things Gastrointestinal", or "All My Body Parts Are Going To Shit". hahahahaha....oh well, five months to go.

Monday, March 06, 2006

It's Alive!!!

Ok, so it should be titled "I'm Alive", but whatever. Anyway, this is going to be short and sweet, and is really just an update on the whole pregnancy thing. Whomever said that pregnancy is a blessing is a lying sack of shit! I have not felt this horrible since that week long drinking binge back in 1996...and that's a mild understatement. I have become really good friends with the bathroom, and have come up with some amazing decorating ideas whilst lying on the cold, hard linoleum, in search of some relief from this never ending progesterone poisoning. (that's morning sickness to you uninitiated) You know, if we turn the bathtub sideways, it will give the appearance of a bigger room? Ah well, the ickies are starting to taper off somewhat, and now I only feel nauseous if I stand up...wheeeee...
Gotta say though, my husband deserves an Academy Award for his patience and understanding, although he's getting a little testy with all the damn snow. Reminds me of that Corb Lund tune... 'chev got stuck, and the Ford got stuck...and so on....

Once I am up to full speed, I will spend more time regaling everyone with more tales from the bathroom floor...or the couch. I spend equal amounts of time in both places....ahhh.....