Friday, November 21, 2008
Let Me Paint You A Picture...
3:30 am….Whitney is peacefully sleeping and the cat is nestled on her and purring in a very comforting tone. Next thing you know Whitney is bolting straight up, the cat is flopping around the bed not knowing what is going on, the other cat freaks out because she doesn’t know whats going on and doesn’t know how to act. Meanwhile, I am writhing in complete, treacherous pain! Yep, I had a charlie horse in my calve. I start grimacing and making painful sounds which wakes Cam up so I tell him what is going on and he starts rubbing my back. In all my anguish I yell “It's not my back, it is my calve!” He continues rubbing my back and falls asleep. I am still in complete pain and I look up and both cats are staring at me like I am some sort of circus freak. That’s how my night went.
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Thursday, November 6, 2008
How Do I Feel? In Case You Were Wondering...
Another one from my new favorite columnist.
I'm not a b*tch, I'm pregnant!
by The Sarcastic Journalist
There were four words that drove me nuts every time I heard them while pregnant: How do you feel?
I know, I know, seems simple enough. Someone wants to know how you are feeling! How nice! Those words, although simple enough, seem loaded during pregnancy.
How do I feel? HOW DO I FEEL? I’m pregnant, my belly is stretching, I have cravings for peanut butter at 3 o’clock in the morning and my husband has affectionately nicknamed me “Pudgy.” How the heck do you think I feel?
The people who asked me this question always did with such concern. They’d place a hand on my shoulder, lean in and utter those four little words, much like I’d expect a doctor to say “It is malignant” to a patient.
My pregnancy hormones usually had a role in the way I answered. I’d have to bite my tongue not to reply something horrible about how I really felt.
How do I feel? I feel like shoving my foot up your butt if you ask me that stupid question just one more time.
I'm not a b*tch, I'm pregnant!
by The Sarcastic Journalist
There were four words that drove me nuts every time I heard them while pregnant: How do you feel?
I know, I know, seems simple enough. Someone wants to know how you are feeling! How nice! Those words, although simple enough, seem loaded during pregnancy.
How do I feel? HOW DO I FEEL? I’m pregnant, my belly is stretching, I have cravings for peanut butter at 3 o’clock in the morning and my husband has affectionately nicknamed me “Pudgy.” How the heck do you think I feel?
The people who asked me this question always did with such concern. They’d place a hand on my shoulder, lean in and utter those four little words, much like I’d expect a doctor to say “It is malignant” to a patient.
My pregnancy hormones usually had a role in the way I answered. I’d have to bite my tongue not to reply something horrible about how I really felt.
How do I feel? I feel like shoving my foot up your butt if you ask me that stupid question just one more time.
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