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Baby Belly Brain Thoughts

  • Are my awesomely fantastic MIL and I the only two people in this world who are skeeved out by Adam Lambert? His ish factor is so high. I just can't listen to him sing anymore. Just can. not. do. it. I don't know what it is about him but gah, he drives me nuts (and not in the good way). Now Kris? Oh I like me some Kris indeed.
  • You know, I can kind of deal with the whole Dora as a tween doll. This? I can't handle. And I love the song (well not the version here, the original of course). Who the hell thought this was a good idea to put in a commercial for the kidlets too see? It wasn't me. I don't get paid ridiculous amounts of money to make asinine decisions like that. I must be getting old. Dammit, ever since I had the first kid, I've become more responsible. Well shit, now what?
  • Seriously, baby girl that's baking in there, you must move out of the right quadrant of my belly. You are really making me sore on that side. I feel bruised every time you move. Really. I have an idea. Why don't you just come out? Yes! Brilliant Mama! So smart.
  • I've decided that I don't care how much of an idiot I will look like, I am not going back to the hospital unless this kid is halfway out. I feel like such a shit when I go in and nothing is happening. I did this with the Peanut. I know it'll probably be a few more days and I get that. I'm just so em effing impatient.
  • My "Wisconsin Mom" went in for a biopsy today and has her first ever colonoscopy tomorrow. She finds out what's going on with the biopsy of Thursday. I'm asking that everyone please think of her and pray that we get good news.

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Anonymous said…
yeah, he is creepy. I thought "I" was the only one too. I mean the voice is like nails on a chalkboard to me
6:37 PM
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