I've been tossing around in bed tonight with pregnancy-induced insomnia and heartburn, playing an endless loop of "what went wrong at work today" in my head to the theme song of Higglytown Heroes. As I had a horrid week at work, hate having insomnia and the ever-present heartburn, and double-hate Higglytown Heroes (and that I was up to watch it at 6:30 AM), I dub this montage "Things I Hate the Most About My Lives".
The end.
Friday, August 18, 2006
Sunday, August 13, 2006
An Announcement
Being the spotty poster that I am, I've failed to write about a fairly significant thing going on: I'm pregnant. Yep, you'd think that this would trickle into a post faster than, say, a comma key, but then you'd be mistaken. This is because I'm looking out for your best interest. Because I care for my readers, the both of you. You skipped the whining about months and months of fertility angst, the crazed rantings from the weeks of hormonal insanity (courtesy of Chlomid's first cousin), and all bitchy posts from the first-trimester ickiness. You're just in time for stories from the 2nd trimester. Of which there are none. Well, at least not many.
Except that I'm growing out of my clothes ALREADY at 5 months. These second babies really do blossom out early, so I've alreay broken out the always-attractive Pregnancy Pants. Bleh.
And that, along with insomnia and ever-present heartburn and the weird joint pain that I get, I now have some sort of weird pain in my lower abdomen that wakes me up when I turn over in bed. (Love my doc, but "just ligaments stretching", my ass. I think I pulled a muscle.)
Oh, and my kids are already abusing each other. The Little Man has gotten in several pretty good head-butts in the belly despite the constant "be careful of Mommy's belly!" warnings. And the little one kicks him in the head whenever he lays down on my belly, generating confused looks from the abuse-ee.
And we found out we're having a girl. :-) The Little Man seems excited and will say "Yes, I having Baby Sister", but if you ask him where she is, the answer is always "in the car" or "downstairs". And when I go downstairs and get in the car, he's right.
Welcome to the blog, Little Sis.
Except that I'm growing out of my clothes ALREADY at 5 months. These second babies really do blossom out early, so I've alreay broken out the always-attractive Pregnancy Pants. Bleh.
And that, along with insomnia and ever-present heartburn and the weird joint pain that I get, I now have some sort of weird pain in my lower abdomen that wakes me up when I turn over in bed. (Love my doc, but "just ligaments stretching", my ass. I think I pulled a muscle.)
Oh, and my kids are already abusing each other. The Little Man has gotten in several pretty good head-butts in the belly despite the constant "be careful of Mommy's belly!" warnings. And the little one kicks him in the head whenever he lays down on my belly, generating confused looks from the abuse-ee.
And we found out we're having a girl. :-) The Little Man seems excited and will say "Yes, I having Baby Sister", but if you ask him where she is, the answer is always "in the car" or "downstairs". And when I go downstairs and get in the car, he's right.
Welcome to the blog, Little Sis.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
A Lesson in Self-Editing, Brought to you by Dell
My comma key just fell off. FELL OFF! I realize that I type probably 72% more commas than are strictly necessary, and leave at least 30% more than are needed after editing. However. It's a bit harsh to have the key actually try to flee for its life after a little over-exertion. Maybe it's a pre-set by Dell - after so many commas, the key is set to just pop off.
I wonder how many "a"s I have left.
An Addendum - I must say many thanks to those who said a few words at the reported demise of my comma key. However, the following evening, courtesy of a long 30 minutes with tweezers and a magnifying glass, it lives again! Take that, Dell!
I wonder how many "a"s I have left.
An Addendum - I must say many thanks to those who said a few words at the reported demise of my comma key. However, the following evening, courtesy of a long 30 minutes with tweezers and a magnifying glass, it lives again! Take that, Dell!
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