Midget’s Kickin’ My Ass!

By request of the most lovely and admired Maria - my favorite Immorial Matriarch, I give you a glimpse at the projected winner of Only Human To Push A Head Through My Vagina in 2009.  (There are currently no other candidates, so it’s not a very heated race.)

The Official Pregnancy ticker is at 8 and a half weeks.  I’m feeling very grateful to be here.

Still so tired I feel like a midget’s kickin’ my ass and there’s nothing I can do about it.  Oh wait, that’s pretty much true, right?  Ha!  On a related note, if I owe you emails or anything else, forgive me.  I’m so freaking out of it.  Send me reminders, please.

Nausea comes and goes and is quite debilitating at times.  No actual puking so far, just like with Braden.  Amen to that.  Already gaining some weight.  Booo @ that.

Yo, Obama, Congrats!  Now… we already have a puppy – how about some Health Care Reform?  This prenatal care cost with no health insurance hurts, man.  (Can’t wait to see the hospital bill for the delivery, aaagghhh.)

Argh, Stress = bad!

*happy thoughts of candy canes*