It is rude to say "how much longer" and when I say 5 months to say "oooooohhh" in that knowing voice that means this one is obviously eating too much; she shouldn't be this big this early. Well, smartie pants, though I have long legs, I am petite on top. So unless you plan on removing my bottom 3 ribs, this baby had no where to go but out. I'm only going to get bigger. I have only gained 8 pounds in 20 weeks (aside: a statistic that causes me a little worry, actually. Shouldn't it be a bit more???).
It is rude to send anyone forward-this-to-11-people-if-you-don't-something-bad-will-happen emails. Don't do it. Ever. Especially not to someone who had buried her son and is daring to believe that it won't happen again. I have already paid off my karmic debts to the gods of chain letters and I will delete yours.
It is insane to say that the Dawson College shootings were caused because the guy was interested in Goth subculture. Give me a godamn break. I dressed like Kurt Cobain in the 90's and never once considered doing cocaine or shooting myself in the head. This maniac shot 20 or so people because he was mentally ill. Wearing black eyeliner had nothing to do with it.
I don't want to hear about So-and-so from Marketing's perfect pregnancy. Until further notice.
I woke in the night because I heard my son whimpering in the other room. That hasn't happened for a long time.
It is raining here, with thunder, and lightening. My kitty is scared. I like it. It reflects my mood.
The Babe kicked his/her Dad two nights ago. My babies are notorious for going to sleep instantly, the moment his hand touches my belly. I can't tell you how pleased I was to get a little cooperation this time.
20 weeks today. 18 more to go?