Showers and stuff
This past Sunday was the bridal shower for my friend Gina, the one who's getting married in Disney in October. It was an exhausting experiance, but it would have been a hell of a lot worse had not the wonderfully loverly
screamingdolai helped out, as well as my mom. I really wish Gina would rethink this whole thing, maybe even postpone it and just have it up here. But as the wise lastwordy pointed out, my momma done raised me right. I've said my piece (as had the other girls a while ago, the MOH even dropped out), now I will try to be supportive as I see my friend rapidly become someone I don't know, and don't really care to.
I have an appointment with the new gyno next week. I liked the office staff so far, so I am hopeful. I guess it's time to talk about my fertility concerns, even though I am missing a vital component.
Which reminds me, I have been feeling that special kind of fat and ugly and in general unwanted this week. I hate costume shopping. All of the cute, slutty costumes are not made for women like me. They all seem to stop about 1 size short of what I need. And I hate couples costumes. Happy bastards!