I can’t really breathe anymore. And Oreos are becoming a problem. So, if I make no sense in the coming paragraphs, we can blame lack of oxygen and saturated fat.
I think today is my last bimonthly OB visit before we head to weekly visits. I may have one more, I don’t know. And I don’t think you care which it is. It’s just heavy ON THE BRAIN… and lungs.
But for now, let’s move on to more random topics. I have Jon & Kate Plus 8 on pause in the living room. I don’t know why I recorded it.
I have a real fear of swine flu.
I cannot stop nesting. I want things to be well-put-together before I go into hiding for months. I leave the house to go find something and come home with NOTHING. I can’t make up my mind – I really have no idea what it is I need, but I can’t stop looking for it.
I’ve gotten way more emotional and way less demonic. Sunday morning I was running behind and planned to catch up with the guys at church. But I accidentally stuck myself in my own eye with the mascara brush, had to rub the eye watering terribly... of course ruined my makeup… started crying… ruined more makeup… had to wash my whole face, got so ticked off I couldn’t stop crying… called Brent crying… said I wasn’t going to come to church… hung up… cried some more… watched lame church on tv with dudes in robes… cried some more… ate too much cereal… had a tummy ache for the rest of the day because of it…
Brent found a few fleas on the dang dog. How the heck did he get fleas!?
I want to start crying.
I’m turning 31 in a about 3 weeks. That’s weird… not really cry-worthy, just weird.
I’m not even going to tell you what I had for lunch today. I can’t even remember. Really, I’m racking my brain. And I can’t remember.
Brent just brought in the wet dog after having flea-dipped him. Gross. I’m so grossed out. I want to panic and then I want to cry after that. Nothing in the world makes me panic more than getting lost in an unfamiliar city like San Antonio – where – they can’t tell me how to get back to the highway because I don’t speak Spanish very well. And fleas. Oh my gaw. Oh. My gaw.
I think today is my last bimonthly OB visit before we head to weekly visits. I may have one more, I don’t know. And I don’t think you care which it is. It’s just heavy ON THE BRAIN… and lungs.
But for now, let’s move on to more random topics. I have Jon & Kate Plus 8 on pause in the living room. I don’t know why I recorded it.
I have a real fear of swine flu.
I cannot stop nesting. I want things to be well-put-together before I go into hiding for months. I leave the house to go find something and come home with NOTHING. I can’t make up my mind – I really have no idea what it is I need, but I can’t stop looking for it.
I’ve gotten way more emotional and way less demonic. Sunday morning I was running behind and planned to catch up with the guys at church. But I accidentally stuck myself in my own eye with the mascara brush, had to rub the eye watering terribly... of course ruined my makeup… started crying… ruined more makeup… had to wash my whole face, got so ticked off I couldn’t stop crying… called Brent crying… said I wasn’t going to come to church… hung up… cried some more… watched lame church on tv with dudes in robes… cried some more… ate too much cereal… had a tummy ache for the rest of the day because of it…
Brent found a few fleas on the dang dog. How the heck did he get fleas!?
I want to start crying.
I’m turning 31 in a about 3 weeks. That’s weird… not really cry-worthy, just weird.
I’m not even going to tell you what I had for lunch today. I can’t even remember. Really, I’m racking my brain. And I can’t remember.
Brent just brought in the wet dog after having flea-dipped him. Gross. I’m so grossed out. I want to panic and then I want to cry after that. Nothing in the world makes me panic more than getting lost in an unfamiliar city like San Antonio – where – they can’t tell me how to get back to the highway because I don’t speak Spanish very well. And fleas. Oh my gaw. Oh. My gaw.
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