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Well, after having a pretty crummy and hormonal mood last week, I was tempted to blame it on preggo hormones. Turns out, everything to do with the current campaign makes me mad. I won't bore anyone with random rambling, but lets just say there are so many things wrong with the candidates, the system, the voters, the state of the country, etc. I finally had to stop watching. On the upside, I learned two new great terms: A) Paulistinians - Ron Paul fanatics; B) Caucus Block - when you vote for a candidate of your own party to screw over another candidate (people voting for Huckabee to screw Romney)
I officially look pregnant. Tubby butt is getting huge, and I feel him pretty regularly. He's also becoming very bossy and picky. I've already had to retire a few pairs of maternity pants because he hates ANYTHING putting pressure on my belly (even my own arm). He has also figured out how to stomp on my bladder if he thinks it's getting too full, bounce around higher if he wants me to eat, and kick my sides if I'm laying in a position not to his liking. I got him back by eating Mexican food and giving him hiccups (okay, I know technically hiccups are supposed to exercise his diaphragm and help his lungs grow and have nothing to do with what I eat, but I really like to think it's my way of poking him back and getting him to play with me). 17 freaking more weeks, and judging by how it's going I am pretty sure I am going to be monstrously huge by May.
Hooray for Vs and Sports South carrying just about every Thrashers game this season! It's been nice to watch hockey while we're making and eating dinner, since the stupid WGA strike has left us in a reality TV slump. Lost has been strong this season, too.
That's it for now. Still boring, just getting fatter.
I officially look pregnant. Tubby butt is getting huge, and I feel him pretty regularly. He's also becoming very bossy and picky. I've already had to retire a few pairs of maternity pants because he hates ANYTHING putting pressure on my belly (even my own arm). He has also figured out how to stomp on my bladder if he thinks it's getting too full, bounce around higher if he wants me to eat, and kick my sides if I'm laying in a position not to his liking. I got him back by eating Mexican food and giving him hiccups (okay, I know technically hiccups are supposed to exercise his diaphragm and help his lungs grow and have nothing to do with what I eat, but I really like to think it's my way of poking him back and getting him to play with me). 17 freaking more weeks, and judging by how it's going I am pretty sure I am going to be monstrously huge by May.
Hooray for Vs and Sports South carrying just about every Thrashers game this season! It's been nice to watch hockey while we're making and eating dinner, since the stupid WGA strike has left us in a reality TV slump. Lost has been strong this season, too.
That's it for now. Still boring, just getting fatter.