So my boobs hurt, I'm nauseated and occasionally vomiting, everything smells strongly awful, cramping, back pain, bloating, hysterical crying for no reason, and Aunt Flo got lost at the airport.

Negative prego test, and I'm on day 40 since Aunt Flo last visited, probably 21 days after possible ovulation, based on BBT and CM.

Fuck you, uterus

I think I'm moving out of the denial stage into the anger stage. I look at my girls, and I want to capture the moment with my camera, and then I think what's the point? My mother can't see them anyway and I get depressed and so, so angry. I love taking pictures. I hate that I can't share them with her. I love that my kids are maturing, but I ( Read more... )

I hate packing ( Read more... )

I didn't nap yesterday and I couldn't sleep last night, couldn't sleep couldn't sleep couldn't sleep then some jerkwad out front at 6am started slamming what sounded like the back doors of a empty fullsize van which I tried to ignore then at 7am almost sharp they started a GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING WOOD CHIPPER. Right in front of our house. A fucking ( Read more... )

Still not dead, nor snowed in (any longer ( Read more... )

I have been going consistently over my calories this past week or two. They're already set a bit higher than they should be since I'm still doing breastfeeding numbers even though Penny doesn't nurse all day like she used to. That ten pounds I worked to lose has come back, gone down, and now it's creeping up again. So I'm *still* twenty pounds ( Read more... )

Cold: gone ( Read more... )

AAAAAAAAAAAAH Penny and I are both sick with a nasty cold (though Penny has it easier; she's a happy baby between her snuffling, coughing, and gagging). On top of that John had a sore throat when he picked us up from the airport on Tuesday, which we thought was also a cold until the head symptoms didn't show up and I checked his throat last night ( Read more... )

If gallstones are a 10 on the pain scale, my contractions last night and today are shooting up to around 6/7. Unfortunately, they're staying about 10 minutes apart, and all in my motherfucking back like the world's worst fucking menstrual cramps from hell combined with an Alien with ten inch claws working her way out from the inside in multiple ( Read more... )

I saw the mouth doc again yesterday, after I did my mouthwash and felt a POP! and then almost swallowed the bracket that had just decided to abandon my tooth like a sinking ship. So extra fun is in my future tomorrow morning when the scalpel and blowtorch come back out and party in my palate. Luckily the bone and all is already and still done, ( Read more... )