Guys?
I don't really have anything to write about that isn't sorta sadsack.
So I don't really want to write anything.
Yet at the same time?
I could fill up a long rambly blog about what mills around in my head all day.
(Gonna try and endeavor to not put you lovely folks thru that)
I stay awake at night running through it, I think in the hopes that scrutinizing will somehow give me a clue to what is going to fix the problems that keep me awake in the first place.
There have been no breakthroughs in the case thus far...
Huz is still searching.
Our savings is draining
A daughter is coming.
And all that comes with that.
I've been feeling really guilty lately.
I'm tired and sore and depressed.
Beyond lazy in the wife and mommy department.
A total slacker in the documenting my pregnancy with Baby Girl department.
I have however, been Super Busy eatin' mah feelings!
I went to the OB today for the 6 month check up (I'm 23w 4 d) and I've gained 19lbs already.
Isn't that special??
My OB doesn't seem concerned, but I was kinda shocked.
I only gained 27lbs with O total!
I have no one to blame but myself...
Well, and the baby. Maybe.
I have been eating whatever the HELL I WANT.
I didn't do that last time.
I was so sick with him that my appetite never really reached optimum pregnancy voraciousness, but with this one?
Huuuungry all the tiiiiime.
(said to the tune of Party All the Time)
It's pretty much a free-for-all in my belllllleh!
Between all the crap we're dealing with, my joints killing me constantly, and spending my nights attempting to sleep in a recliner--
I feel like meals and yummy snacks are all I really have to look forward to right now.
And yes, I do know how pathetic that sounds.
It's true nonetheless.
Obviously, if I want to avoid looking like Jabba, I need to be better about what I'm shoveling down my gullet.
But....
Where is the fun and cheeseburgers in that?
Nowhere, THAT'S where.
I'm starving right now, btw...
Harrumph.
See?
A sadfuckingsack.
7 comments:
I just want to hug you. So feeling that. Except I'm not pregnant. I gained 10 lbs after my miscarriage last month because all I did was eat and cry. This month I miscarried again and I can't stop throwing up. It's a balance right?
Okay, you are not all sadfuckingsackness because I am cracking up right now. I don't think I have ever laughed while reading your blog. Not that that's a good or a bad thing. You me coming back no matter what. But, mmmm. Cheeeeese. It must be that little girl. "They" say that when it's a girl women want to eat more. Just show her who's boss, Jayne.
Oh, mama! I just want to hug you!
I am so sorry that you miscarried AGAIN.
It's fucking awful.
Lots of hugs and love to you and your beautiful family.
Eat what you want, Mama. Just do it in moderation.
You CAN haz a cheezburger! You can!
Sending you love, hugs, prayers and snuggles.
Dude. Baby Girl OWNS my ass, right now. She kicks me in the morning until I get up and eat something, EVERY morning, not even kidding.
Glad I inspired a chuckle or two...I would always rather do that than bum people out.
Thanks for comin' back! ;)
Ha! Well if YOU insist! Hooray all is not lost!
Now where is that damn cheezburger?
xoxox
Fuck.
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