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You know, pregnancy blows.
Allow me to illustrate:
My ass is on fire from Teh Hemmorhoids. Round ligament pains are like someone stabbing me repeatedly in the crotch. There's ferengi foot, public vomit and squirts, sciatic nerve pain, leg cramps, carpal tunnel, honestly I could go on and on. So much so that last night when I was changing into my peejays I discovered a shard of glass had somehow stabbed me in the nipple over the course of the day. The when and the how, who knows? Not the point. The point is I had a blood encrusted stabby thing embedded directly in my damned nipple for an entire day and I am so resigned to my life of pain that it never even occurred to me to stop and look to see if there was a reason my tit was experiencing random bouts of excruciating agony every time I moved.
This journal is rapidly becoming the poster child for birth control, ain't it? :)
Just to be contrary...
On the plus side, Twisty G is sick. Well okay, that part isn't so plus but the fact that it had Mr. Independence snuggling in my lap for the better part of the day is a feeling so incredible I couldn't possibly describe it without being condemned to a lifetime sentence of wearing Laura Ashley.
In fact yesterday while running errands with Cyn and the boys we decided to stop for lunch. Not drive through, actually get out of the car with the Boys of Beastie and enter an establishment where there are People. No 20 pounds of accoutrement, no 2 hours of planning, just us holding our boys' hands like 2 regular little people and going to get a bite to eat. They were on fire with Teh Cute. Dipping their pilfered french fries ever-so-daintily into the ketchup, making with the clappy hands and happy feet and generally charming everyone in the vicinty. No one more so than Cyn and I though.
The combined assault on my hormones was enough that despite suffering from an undiagnosed stabbed nipple and despite the fact that Fitzy isn't even here yet I was already mentally calculating whether it would be possible to do this again.
I am seriously not well.
Allow me to illustrate:
My ass is on fire from Teh Hemmorhoids. Round ligament pains are like someone stabbing me repeatedly in the crotch. There's ferengi foot, public vomit and squirts, sciatic nerve pain, leg cramps, carpal tunnel, honestly I could go on and on. So much so that last night when I was changing into my peejays I discovered a shard of glass had somehow stabbed me in the nipple over the course of the day. The when and the how, who knows? Not the point. The point is I had a blood encrusted stabby thing embedded directly in my damned nipple for an entire day and I am so resigned to my life of pain that it never even occurred to me to stop and look to see if there was a reason my tit was experiencing random bouts of excruciating agony every time I moved.
This journal is rapidly becoming the poster child for birth control, ain't it? :)
Just to be contrary...
On the plus side, Twisty G is sick. Well okay, that part isn't so plus but the fact that it had Mr. Independence snuggling in my lap for the better part of the day is a feeling so incredible I couldn't possibly describe it without being condemned to a lifetime sentence of wearing Laura Ashley.
In fact yesterday while running errands with Cyn and the boys we decided to stop for lunch. Not drive through, actually get out of the car with the Boys of Beastie and enter an establishment where there are People. No 20 pounds of accoutrement, no 2 hours of planning, just us holding our boys' hands like 2 regular little people and going to get a bite to eat. They were on fire with Teh Cute. Dipping their pilfered french fries ever-so-daintily into the ketchup, making with the clappy hands and happy feet and generally charming everyone in the vicinty. No one more so than Cyn and I though.
The combined assault on my hormones was enough that despite suffering from an undiagnosed stabbed nipple and despite the fact that Fitzy isn't even here yet I was already mentally calculating whether it would be possible to do this again.
I am seriously not well.