I fear that what little interest my blog may have held previously will slowly leach out as I become more and more involved in my private journey of What Hormones Can Do To An Otherwise Moderately Interesting Human Being.

I watched The Red Cap on TBS last night. It was some cheesy holiday special directed by Chaz Palmieri and in the end I freakin’ bawled like there was no tomorrow, thinking, “Wow. Hormones are intense!”

Brett and I spent most of the weekend in our pajamas on a futon on the living room floor staring at the telly. We went out for breakfast twice. I made a cake. We bought groceries. My boobs actually made noise they were growing so fast.

Today I’m determined to accomplish some domestic goals, like (1) Do the dishes. (2) Do some laundry. (3) Find the living room floor. But I’ll probably just watch those baby delivery shows and feel weird about being pregnant at 36.

In case any of you were having a bad day, this will cheer you up:

There’s this stuff called Rainbow Light Prenatal Multi-powder. It’s “ginger ale” flavored. It’s got all the trad vitamins and minerals, and then a bunch of food-based good-for-you hippy whole food stuff that tastes like dirt, such as uber-healthy green superfood. You’re supposed to mix a teaspoon of it with water or juice and drink it, and it’s formulated especially for chicks who can’t take pills.

IT’S DISGUSTING. Be thankful you’re not drinking any right now, that’s all I’m saying.
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