Let me catch you up on my past 3 months of life on the edge of my couch…..
barf.
Dear HCG,
I hate you. I hope you rot in hell. We will never be friends. You try to ruin my life every time. Nice try, you almost got me.
Sincerly pissed off (sorry Grandma I know you hate that word),
Me
So it is good news: more children. The baggage: feeling like poo for 4 months. It’s really hard to like someone who makes your life miserable. But I felt this way about my first 2 and it turned out alright.
In other news,
1. My husband (I call him other names right now too) is in Africa saving the continent from financial ruin.
2. I can’t get this song out of my head.
3. It’s nearly the 4th of July, my all time favorite holiday. It meets all my requirements for a rocking good time: (1) blazing hot (2) it is appropriate to wear a bikini (3) massive explosives
Happy quatro de Julio have a beer for me….
So glad you are back in the blogging saddle. I’ve missed hearing about your inside journey. Mom
Congrats on the baby coming, in spite of feeling cruddy. ..