What you get when I’m saving you from the really bad posts I’ve written.

I’ve written a lot of posts lately.

But I haven’t published many.  Why?

No, it’s not because I was too busy taking pictures of my fat ass.

It’s because they are all either weepy and sad or angry and bitter.  And, contrary to what you may think, they are not all about the whole miscarriage thing.

Apparently I’m angry and bitter, and feeling ranty and shitty about lots of things.

And towards lots of people. Whoa, Nelly.  That just ain’t kosher, eh? I’m trying to BE A GOOD PERSON.

See that Tagline up there in my header?

“because survival requires humor”

I really do believe that.

But my funny isn’t sustaining enough for me to write good humor posts lately.  And that PISSES ME OFF.

And also?  I’m tired of eating beans and staring at the $12,000 in medical bills we’ve accumulated these past few months.

Because farts are funny, and all, but this?  This is not funny.  This is depressing.

And depressing farts don’t really make very good humor posts.

So I’ll go back to writing my private, weepy, rantlike, depressing, shitty posts on my computer. And then not publishing them.

But I’ll whine to you about it.  SINCE THAT IS OH SO FUNNY, RIGHT?

Just punch me in the face and get it over with.

*farrrrt*

(don’t laugh, that was a depressing one… couldn’t you tell by the tone? amateurs.)

The Big Fat Ugly: I can haz it, too.

Ok, so.  Since I’ve started talking about the death of this baby, I’ve been letting myself vomit all these emotions and feelings I’ve had onto The Internet.  That’s infinitely cool and wonderful for me, personally, and you have all been so supportive.  And I’ve been really glad of that.  But I’ve also felt just a little, teeny bit uncomfortable, because some of you have said things that I feel give me far too much credit.  Like that I’m really strong, or handling things with grace, etc.

And while I am incredibly touched by the kindness and love in those kinds of comments and messages, I have to be honest and tell you that I am really, really not strong or graceful.  I’m just emotional and mouthy.

I let all these things flow because I’m weak, and needy, and insecure and unsure and I’m searching for meaning and grasping at anything that might make me feel better.

And I really have to do exactly what I always say I do (be honest and real here), or I’ll be a total asshole.  Yes, I let myself be really emotional, and I am sharing with you guys these big, fat, weepy, sentimental thoughts I’ve been having.

I haven’t really typed any of the ugly yet.

Oh.Mah.Gah, the ugly feelings.  The ugly, ugly thoughts I have.  To be sure, I’m experiencing plenty of anger, shock, and bitterness.  I am, by no means, immune to The Big Fat Ugly side of this whole thing.

In fact, I’m an Expert at The Big Fat Ugly.

The Oh So Not Strong OR Graceful Moments of late:

• On Thursdays they show shots of babies born that day, at a local hospital (the one at which Braden was born), on TV. I saw this the Thursday after finding out Fuzzball was dead, and busted out crying, snotting all over the couch, in a heap.  When John came over to comfort me, I had the gall to wipe away my tears and tell him I was crying because those babies were so damn ugly. (Graceful much?)

• I was reading blog posts about ordinary things this past week… and seeing people complain about… regular stuff, and gee, that is normal and that is what we all do, yes?  But right now, I am rolling in and out of The Ugly, Bitter Phase.  I have been biting my fingers not to say things on these blog posts like, “Oh, Really? You’re upset b/c you’re leaking vaginally after you gave birth to a healthy baby? F YOU. I’m wearing pads and leaking after having my dead baby scraped out of me.  Go hug your baby and shut up.” (And really, all apologies, b/c the post was great, there was nothing wrong with it at ALL.  It’s just ME right now.  I HATE feeling this way.)

• Braden has been really “2″ this past week.  More than once I have just covered my face and ears and just started breathing really hard, instead of responding when he was freaking out about something.  As if he doesn’t need me.  As if I’M the child here.  I don’t know what I’d do if John wasn’t home right now.  (Strong? Hah.)

• I completely, totally, insanely lost it and shrieked at John about his french fry selection when he brought dinner home one night.  Then I refused to sit anywhere near him for at least the next 10 minutes to teach him a lesson.  Later, I realized what a douchebag I had been.  FRENCH FRIES. Ugh.

• I really, really, really, really, really, REALLY cannot handle people saying ANYTHING to me about God right now.  This includes how I should feel about/towards Him, how I should be reacting Faithwise, what He has planned for the future, or why He let this happen, etc. I know people don’t know WHAT to say at a time like this, and are just trying to help… but in all honesty (that’s what I’m trying to do here) I am PISSED OFF.  I am REALLY REALLY hurt and REALLY REALLY mad right now.   Please just let me be mad and hurt right now.  I have a right to feel this way.  I don’t know how long it will take before I work it out.  But I AM SAD, MAD, AND CONFUSED.

For the record, I have not resented anyone else for being pregnant right now – or for actually having healthy babies. Seeing complaints about issues surrounding pregnancy/birth makes me twitch a little, yes.  But there is no actual resentment.

Mostly, I just feel sorrow when I think about the ladies I was supposed to “have a baby” with.

Like her (the first baby I lost would have been close to the one she’s about to have).

And now, her – we were really excited, looking forward to dueling belly posts.  And her, and her, and her, and her, and her, and her daughter.

And look at all these ladies on my Pregnancy Roundup.  I had so many plans to do fun things for them, celebrations and updates and photos and… well, I just can’t do it now.  I can’t make myself do it anymore, and that makes me all kinds of Angry.

It’s the Big Fat Ugly.

The Doldrums

So, the past few days have been… okay.  Ups and downs.  A high desire to just sleep.  I’ve only threatened John’s life a handful of times, and I swear, I have been limiting my thoughts of poking him in the eye with my thumb to a minimum of 5 a day.  In all fairness, every time I tell him, “I’m going to slap you,”  he responds with, “I’ll punch you in the face.”  So, you know, I’m obviously not the only one with anger issues around here.  Also, there is still no desire for business.  Please pray for John’s continued sanity.

As part of my desire to be a better mother, I’ve really been working on my “closet problem” with Braden.  Although I haven’t been able to stop myself from putting him in there frequently, at least I’ve limited the amount of time he had to stay there.  Two hours at a time is really kind of me, right?

Additionally, The Mexican has still been spared the fate of the microwave, although I do have to admit that I’ve recently been considering putting him in the crock pot instead, anyway.  Less mess, and who knows?  He might be nice and tender… I’ve been so lazy about preparing meals lately….

Oh, yeah.  The jerks still haven’t called me with the results from my thyroid labwork. But guess what came in the mail today?  THE BILL.  The MF’ing bill.  Including a test for Thyroid Antibodies, WHICH I DIDN’T NEED.  See, I have ALREADY been diagnosed with Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis.  That means that antibodies have already been detected.  And there’s this thing about your body where ANTIBODIES DON’T JUST DISAPPEAR.    I am livid about having this bill in my hand already when I have been given no results, and I am livid about the cost. 

THREE HUNDRED EIGHTY SEVEN DOLLARS. 

Did you choke?  Cause when I saw that, my vagina literally just fell off my body.  Hey, I haven’t been using it lately anyway, so, no big deal, right? But come ON!  And, of course, the test I didn’t need was the most expensive one.

So, you know… I’m just a tiny, litte bit PISSED OFF.

The weather is not helping my mood.  Today = Grey.  The clouds are grey, the sky is grey, THE WORLD IS FREAKING GREY.  But no snow!  No, not here!  If it has to be so dreary and bleary and cold and crappy, it would be nice if we could have a gee golly winter wonderland out there.  At least then it would look SHINY as well as WHITE, instead of GREY.

Seriously.  I hate this.  Outside, it looks like if you tasted it, you’d have that bitter aspirin taste in your mouth.

Today, outside tastes yucky.  And that makes me sad.