I called out of work today. I have a sore throat and got no real sleep last night. It seems as though the child fetus is resting comfortably on my bladder, guaranteeing that everytime I get close to the gates of slumberland the transition is interrupted with the strongest need to urinate known to breeder folk. Pregnancy also involves different versions of inconticence, but we don't need to get into that. Two types that I will mention just to give you an idea, are the cough pee and the sneeze pee. I used to have a chihuahua who would be pee out of excitement and there is also a pregnant version of this phenomena. But I said I wouldn't get into this. I lied obviously.
I am starting to feel fat. John tells me I look very sexy and that I wear this extra person well but as it starts to get warmer I am just not believing him. I have gotten alot of very stylish pregnant clothes, and though I appreciate them as eye pleasing works of art, they are not necessarily the kind of art I would hang on my walls. Pregnancy designers seem to associate pregnant style with flower power. The clothing is all very willowy and birkenstock compatible. I will say these designers do work to flatter and alot of the cuts accentuate the breast. Pregnant wear is all boobs and bell bottoms.
I am home alone, sick and bored with nothing to look forward to but laundry.
Show me love and I show you Ernesto:
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