... a bit spunky/grumpy today. I had every intention of posting the new ultrasound pictures and informing you all how many were in the head count. (oh the suspense!) But I woke up on the wrong side of the nauseated bed. I have no drive to be cutesy, happy, funny, or any other emotion which may convey joy... that's just how I roll with morning sickness, back pain, and 25% humidity with a high of 105. (aka: stuck in the house)
And while I may not have the pleasure of a visit from Aunt Flo for a few months, this article made me happy in a very wrong, evil chuckling sort of way, and I had to share. My favorite snippet of this rant?

If you just have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like "Put Down the Hammer" or "Vehicular Manslaughter Is Wrong"?

There are many similarities between the crappy first trimester and that monthly curse. And I'm cranky about it. For once I would like to get through a night without peeing 5 times and wake up feeling refreshed and ready for a bowl of cereal, instead of crouching over another type of bowl.

1 comment:

  1. OK MISS! I know you're not feeling up to par and all but I DESPERATELY need to know how many there are- email me- or text me- just a number is fine- no cutesy or funny insight needed just a simple number will do- hope you're feeling better!:)