Seriously though... we had another OB appointment yesterday and it seems the focus of our conversations these days are (gasp!) Delivery.... The appointment was going really well and I was feeling good (although super warm) and then I got stuck on this one piece of advice "...blah blah blah... stretch your vagina a couple times a day to prevent massive ripping..." UM. WHAT?! Then he's like "You can always have your partner help..." Which, don't get me wrong, sounds like a good time, but I'm still stuck on RIPPING. Apparently a wayward woman or two have ripped completely to their butt holes!
Yay. A sinkhole as a consolation prize.
In other news, remember that house I was blathering about last week? Well it turned out to be a real nightmare. Leaks and cracks in the well and septic among other things. I was really looking forward to playing with what they had stored in the barn. Parade float puppets. Sigh. Back to square one, which is REALLY getting old. We're at 31 weeks here people... would we even be able to get into someplace before Vanson graces us with his presence? Needless to say tensions in our household are high. Kris wants desperately to get out of here, I can't help but think he wants to get out of here so badly before Vanson arrives because he doesn't want his son around some of the unsavories of the 'hood. I don't blame him for that one bit, but honestly, I'm not sure how much more stress I can handle at this point.
I'll miss you float puppets, and all the opportunities of
drunken debauchery you provided...
Speaking of stress... I had the opportunity this morning to get massaged by Jeannie Gilbert at A Touch of Country Massage just outside of LaCenter, WA and it was amazing. It was so relaxing and when I left I felt great! On my way home I stopped at Freddie's to get some things to make dinner tonight and guess what I encountered? The check out lady said, "You look tired, must be having a rough day, I mean, look at all this junkfood!" Fuck you check out lady! I look tired because I'm relaxed as all hell after getting a massage! And ALL THIS JUNKFOOD?!
Whoa people! Look at the fat lady buying ALL THIS JUNKFOOD.
Again, fuck you check out lady! On SO many levels! Take your stupid, smiling, insensitive self to time out! You sit there and stay there one minute for every year old you are! Unfortunately, you'd probably die in that stupid corner! Now gimme my groceries and shut up! And wipe that stupid grin off your joker face! I have started using deodorant for things it was not designed for and don't think I won't take my self-loathing out on you for it!!! Rawr!!!!!
All of my round-ness.
As this pregnancy gets on to the last couple months here the husband and I have talked about having a date night. Ahhhh date nights. I miss them. We were supposed to have one last night...
What date night has come to.
Already though?! I thought we were supposed to use our last couple months as a "couple" to be having some date nights, getting to the movies, or go to dinner... I blame the search for a new house robbing us of our time to be relaxed, of enjoying the end of the pregnancy, of laughing together. So, how do we get around it? How do we relax and enjoy each other again before the arrival of our son?
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