In other news, my boobs hurt. This might just mean that I should not have done braless arobics the other day. Or it might mean that I’m going to have wicked-bad-awful PMS soon.
Or it could mean I’m pregnant again, in which case I will kill myself.
I had the very last of my many horrible miscarriages last December, thank you very much, and I do not want to have another. Not to mention that I don’t much fancy the idea of another month – or three – of moody, weepy hormonal insanity followed by three solid hours of hemorrhaging.
Last night at the picnic table I told Mr. Brett that my boobs hurt, and that if I’m pregnant I’ll be killing myself so he’ll have to find a new wife.
Naturally, he asked immediately if we could go upstairs and have sex.
I rolled my eyes at him and said, “No, we can’t have sex, you dumb whore! I just told you I’m freaked out!”
He giggled.
I said, “It’s not funny! Miscarriages suck!”
He said, “Oh, I know it’s not funny. It’s not funny at all, babe, and I’m not laughing about that.” He sobered. “But you’re funny, Mushlette.” And then he patted me on the head.
I guess he thought the part where I said I’d be killing myself was a joke, then? Or maybe the finding a new wife part? God knows he can’t talk to women to save his life. I’ll have to mail-order him one before I go, I guess, because I doubt he could get through that much paperwork by himself. Snort!
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oh, just let him flounder around on his own for awhile; he might learn a thing or two.
(what’s really odd? i had a dream last night that you were preggo again)
and aerobics without a bra? are you crazy?!!!!
YOU DID NOT have such a dream.
God, I hope I’m not. I have no reason to think I am… well, other than unprotected sex and sore boobs, of course. *rolleyes*
Well, I’ll know in a week or two either way, I guess. Fuck.
Here’s hoping Aunt Flo comes calling soon!