Oof!

So a few evenings ago I was doing my required "15 minutes when I get home with my feet elevated" whilst reading the newest Laurell K. Hamilton-Anita Blake book (still full of typo's and too much sex, but at least she found her plot again) when my book took a little hop.
Huh?
It was spud! my very first real thwack from inside. So of course I called Mr. Dreadful and the Vinner in to feel it.
Mr. Dreadful was dutifully enthralled (having learned already that anything less than estatic enthusiasm will earn attitude..)
But Vinner slogged in with his usual preteen lethargy "Whaaaaaaaat?" (how do they draw that word out so long?)
Laid his hand on my tummy rolling his eyes, when 'thunk' Suddenly a huge grin and "that was cool, do it again"

Silly boys.

Ode to NOLA

Last week my friend Crystal and I went to see Harrick Connick Jr. in concert at a local outdoor ampitheatre Wolf Trap.

It was a gorgeous coolish summer evening (ok it rained a bit, but we had seats under the pavilion so blah)

It was ever soo much fun, I of course obessed over the locations of the bathrooms, and had a stuffed up nose. But if one loves Jazz and or Harry Connick Jr. it was a divine evening.

It felt nice to have some "grown up fun" even if I could not partake of the open bar at the celebration before hand.

And I felt no guilt over exploiting my pregnant status to jump the queue for the hopper.

I have no shame...

EGADS!

Dear beloved gentleman.



On behalf of my sisterhood, here is a guide as to momento's from previous relationships.



Throw them all away.



And most importantly. Delete/erase/eradacate every scrap of her off of your fucking computer.



There is absolutely no excuse for us finding pictures of of the two of you on holiday in Cancun/Disneyworld.



Laziness or forgetfulness is not an excuse, in fact it makes us even angrier.

Worst case? It makes us cry, and you dont want to do that now do you?

Oh the joys of it all.

I have a cold.

From the typhoid molly that sits across the aisle from me at my place of enslavement.

Last week she spewed her pestilence all over the office, and now I have a cold.

However I also have the extra added bliss of being pregnant, which means I cannot take anything for it.

Here is a list of my approved cold medicines whilst pregnant:

Tylenol
Saline Nose Spray
Vicks Vapo-Rub

Admit it, you wish you were me.
I dont blame you, beacause I still look fabulous...and fertile..

:-P

A perry na who ist?

So, here I am at my 14th week and I have already been sent to a Perinatologist (for high risk pregnancies)

Who has in turn informed me I need to go see a Nephrologist as well.



Childhood illness left me with one fully functioning kidney and one..small part of a kidney.



::sigh::



No rest for the wicked I suppose.



Anyway, I thank every deity involved that I have decent medical insurance or I would be screwed royally.



Just my bloodwork so far...because this could get UGLY..

So thats why everyone stepped back...

So now I'm showing, so everyone in my world now knows I'm pregnant.



Which is apparently a really good thing, because most of them just thought I was getting really fat.



Mind you I have only gained 4 freaking pounds so far, due to the excessive nausea.



But they were apparently really significant pounds.



Several people have responded to my apparent state of pregnancy with the reply "Thank God, I just thought you were gaining weight"



Obatabee. I'm glad I could put your mind at ease..Rest easy I am not a potentional member of "BBW" I am simply pregnant.



So now? They bring me food, and make lots of jokes about getting out my way when I'm heading to lunch (we had a buffet at a work event last week and there were endless remarks about not blocking my access to the line)



Haaaaaa you so funny.



So not funny.



So here is the only allowable thing to say to a pregnant woman, or a woman you think might be pregnant..

"You look good today"

and that is it...thankyou