RitchieWoman (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ritchiewoman) wrote,@ 2004-04-28 20:21:00 |
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I know it's been ages, but I'm PREGNANT
The best excuse in the world. It's even better than, "... but I just had jaw surgery!" Well, maybe that one didn't work because I used it 5 years post-operation.
So here's how my mornings have been playing out:
8:00am: Wake up to pee, return to bed.
10:00am: Wake up to pee, return to bed.
11:30am: Wake up to pee, remain awake to begin work in 1/2 hour.
11:35am: Enter shower with SoniCare toothbrush to kill two birds with one clean stone.
11:37am: Dry heave for 1 minute while trying to get the back teeth.
11:39am: Turn water off, disgusted that I can't even enjoy my morning shower without retching.
11:41am: Walk Boo with Jase, so he can pick up dog poo, thus saving me from another bout of retching.
12:00pm: Begin work.
[END SCENE]
After my evening shift, I collapse into bed and fail to keep up my journal. But I have been writing it in my head. Maybe I'll get it all down one day.
~~~
So Jase had his first anxiety dream last night. He dreamt I gave birth to a goat baby. It had a mane and hooves and a tail and everything. He woke me up at 5am to tell me that I had to insist that I get as much testing as I could, including all genetic testing. Did I ask him why he woke me up in the early hours of the morning, insisting that I get genetic testing? Nooooo. I simply muttered, "mmmkay" and went back to sleep. I found out about GoatBoy this morning.
~~~
So my dad called me the other day on my cell. Here's a transcript:
Ritchiewoman: Hello?
Father of Ritchiewoman: Did you just call me?
RW: Uh, noooooo....
FORW: Oh. Are you sure?
RW: Yeah, I'm pretty sure.
FORW: Hmmph. How's your pregnancy going?
RW: It's going okay.
FORW: You get sick today?
RW: Yep.
FORW: (laughing) Really?
RW: Yeah, Daaaaad. Really.
FORW: Hmmph. Well, I was just calling to say hi.
RW: No you weren't! You were calling because you thought I called you!
FORW: Yeah, hmmph. Kay talk to you later.
RW: Bye, Dad. I love yo...
FORW: [Click!]
[END SCENE]
~~~
Kay I'm off - got some good tv tonight. The spy gets revealed on the Bachelor, and there's some bioterrorism thing going down in the West Wing. Thank GOD for TiVo.
xoxo A
The best excuse in the world. It's even better than, "... but I just had jaw surgery!" Well, maybe that one didn't work because I used it 5 years post-operation.
So here's how my mornings have been playing out:
8:00am: Wake up to pee, return to bed.
10:00am: Wake up to pee, return to bed.
11:30am: Wake up to pee, remain awake to begin work in 1/2 hour.
11:35am: Enter shower with SoniCare toothbrush to kill two birds with one clean stone.
11:37am: Dry heave for 1 minute while trying to get the back teeth.
11:39am: Turn water off, disgusted that I can't even enjoy my morning shower without retching.
11:41am: Walk Boo with Jase, so he can pick up dog poo, thus saving me from another bout of retching.
12:00pm: Begin work.
[END SCENE]
After my evening shift, I collapse into bed and fail to keep up my journal. But I have been writing it in my head. Maybe I'll get it all down one day.
So Jase had his first anxiety dream last night. He dreamt I gave birth to a goat baby. It had a mane and hooves and a tail and everything. He woke me up at 5am to tell me that I had to insist that I get as much testing as I could, including all genetic testing. Did I ask him why he woke me up in the early hours of the morning, insisting that I get genetic testing? Nooooo. I simply muttered, "mmmkay" and went back to sleep. I found out about GoatBoy this morning.
So my dad called me the other day on my cell. Here's a transcript:
Ritchiewoman: Hello?
Father of Ritchiewoman: Did you just call me?
RW: Uh, noooooo....
FORW: Oh. Are you sure?
RW: Yeah, I'm pretty sure.
FORW: Hmmph. How's your pregnancy going?
RW: It's going okay.
FORW: You get sick today?
RW: Yep.
FORW: (laughing) Really?
RW: Yeah, Daaaaad. Really.
FORW: Hmmph. Well, I was just calling to say hi.
RW: No you weren't! You were calling because you thought I called you!
FORW: Yeah, hmmph. Kay talk to you later.
RW: Bye, Dad. I love yo...
FORW: [Click!]
[END SCENE]
Kay I'm off - got some good tv tonight. The spy gets revealed on the Bachelor, and there's some bioterrorism thing going down in the West Wing. Thank GOD for TiVo.
xoxo A
