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Flatulence and a Bleeding Nose 10/02/07

When you're pregnant, you expect morning sickness, and everyone and their mother asks you if you had bad morning sickness. But I never had any, and neither have most of my friends.

What I DO have, that no one warned me about, or told me how to combat, is

"Excessive Flatulence" and

"Nose Bleeds every few hours".

Well la dee da. How it is that was a mystery? I wish everyone knew about these symptoms, so I could feel slightly less mortified-to-the-bone when I let a loud one rip while in my little cubicle, just a few feet away from four unfortunate people.

And whats up with the bleeding? Every morning when I wake up: Bam. Red. And then it occurs at random times during the day as well. Bam. Starts flowing. Last weekend I shelled out $160 for some fancy-looking humidifier thinking if I kept my mucus membranes moist and gewey, surely they would not rip apart so easy.

Last night I ran that sucker on Full Humidity Blast. The end result was a puddle of water on the wood floor due to all that mist obeying gravity. And today, while walking in Barnes & Noble, my nose suddenly turned on like a faucet. I had to use a copy of "Baby Bargains" to sop up the blood before running out of the store like a leper. (Just kidding, Barnes.)

Anyway I actually feel BETTER than normal this week, no back pain, very little insomnia, and tired but not exhausted. But feeling this good still involves many farts and a lot of tissues.




Put some Tape on it 9/07/07

Oh my friggin god, I am moving... aGAIN.

Tomorrow at the happy ole hour of 8am the movers arrive to lug all our sh*t from one place to another. And we are not really even done packing. I am guessing at 2am we will both be asleep and at 8am we will be frantically waiting up to the door-buzzer, then going into a panic trying to wrap&pack WHILE the movers are here.

Because that happened last time we moved-- a mere... 9 months ago? We were packing glassware one glass at a time while the movers hauled stuff out and packed loads of stuff FOR us (cha-CHING). So this time we packed the kitchen first. And yet somehow there is still unpacked crap all over the place as we speak.

Aside from all that, I am so excited to move!! This place has twice the square footage if you want to count the way I count :-) (include the yummy deck) If anyone is reading this just keep some fingers crossed we can turn the space into an actual comfortable place to live. Can We Do It?

Where did all this "we" come from?




Pushy 8/20/07

Oh my friggin god, someone actually pushed me out of the way this morning on the commute! I've been cursed at during commutes, and I've thrown curses out there, but I never had someone physically swat me away to make sure I didnt come into contact with anything but their hand. Literally, he did not sway his path at all, just reached out and pushed me aside like I was a branch. I think he was mumbling stuff too.

What is that?

I couldnt help but burst a laugh out. Maybe he was having a bad day and I was lucky enough to be on the heels of a goooood weekend. S'all the mood & tude.




Full On PMS 6/17/07

Oh christ, I must have let the bitch OUT. PMS being in full swing, I decided to take an hour for myself and go sit in the park. First day back after 14 days in paradise, is rough :-).
I decided to sit in my little black string bikini so I could feel the sun everywhere while jotting down my To Do list for the rest of the day. A simple hour to enjoy and be calm.

Well.

On my way out of the park, some random "neighbor" said "You need to go to the beach to sunbathe." Well "I just spent 2 weeks in ARUBA for christsake, I dont NEED to go to a beach today just because I want to sit in the sun, I only have an hour to spare so I'm just fine, thankyouverymuch." And he looked back down at his book.

Woops.

Then a block from home, some car was stopped at the red light, and when I walked by they said some usual cat-calling bullshit.

I always ignore that stuff and keep walking.

But apparently today that was not to be. For some reason, I stopped in my tracks, turned to face the guy, stared into his eyes until his gazed was captured in my eyes instead of my body, then he smiled, and then I yelled "FUCK YOURSELF."

He started saying that he was being "nice" and "complimenting" me.

"You honestly think you are COMPLIMENTING ME by hooting and whistle from your car window while I walk by? Honestly? Were you raised by fucking ANIMALS?"
Jesus christ I am lucky I didnt' get beat up or shot.




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