I just read something written by a pregnant woman that said "My bullshit tolerance is down to zero." I so hear that right now. I just don't have time for the shit. I feel as though I'm just trying to survive sometimes, so please, please don't throw any crap my way. I won't have it.
Just ask T, the father-to-be. We got into it good last night. I'm currently in no mood to play nice, or to make someone else feel better. I just don't have the energy or aptitude right now. You're on your own buddy. Fend.
It sounds mean, but that's all I've got in me these days. Present me with a real problem, and I'll do my best to deal with it, but something like, "I miss the old you" is not going to cut it. I miss the old me too, dude. Desperately. I'm hoping I can find her somewhere down the road. Today? Today is all about making it back into bed tonight.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Not another cracker
Ugg. I feel awful, and have for most of the day. Was it this bad last time? Or is it just my age? Yuck. I just want to feel good. Will I ever feel good again?
Yes, yes, of course I will. I know that, and I know I'm complaining; okay, more like being a sniveling baby, but seeing as though I can't (yet) complain to anyone but the father-to-be, I'm doing it here. Right now.
I'm sick of crackers.
Yes, yes, of course I will. I know that, and I know I'm complaining; okay, more like being a sniveling baby, but seeing as though I can't (yet) complain to anyone but the father-to-be, I'm doing it here. Right now.
I'm sick of crackers.
Friday, January 2, 2009
Cat nap
Thaluck. That's what my mouth tastes like right now.
I'm not really sure what happened. I was feeling a bit tired, so I stretched out under my desk, just to rest for a few minutes, and the next thing I knew I was awakened from a deep sleep by my cell phone. It was little Rog calling, for my daughters. Man, was I disoriented.
I don't know how long I was out, I'd guess about 30 minutes? Again, I don't know. All I do know is that now I want to go straight home and crawl into bed. That is, right after I puke. Uck. This is the sickest I've felt. It's a lot of effort right now to not make a puckered, disgusted face, but my coworker just came in to inquire about how the temperature is in here, so I had to attempt it and do know it's possible.
I hate this feeling. And here I was thinking that I'm feeling much less bad than the other two times I've done this. Not even week 6 yet. Joy. And happy new year.
I'm not really sure what happened. I was feeling a bit tired, so I stretched out under my desk, just to rest for a few minutes, and the next thing I knew I was awakened from a deep sleep by my cell phone. It was little Rog calling, for my daughters. Man, was I disoriented.
I don't know how long I was out, I'd guess about 30 minutes? Again, I don't know. All I do know is that now I want to go straight home and crawl into bed. That is, right after I puke. Uck. This is the sickest I've felt. It's a lot of effort right now to not make a puckered, disgusted face, but my coworker just came in to inquire about how the temperature is in here, so I had to attempt it and do know it's possible.
I hate this feeling. And here I was thinking that I'm feeling much less bad than the other two times I've done this. Not even week 6 yet. Joy. And happy new year.
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