Stuff that's happened/I've learned in the month it's taken to get my ass in gear

Yes M-I-L, I do plan on blogging again. ;)

But I know, people, I suck. I half considered giving it up altogether, but I'm not ready to throw in the towel quite yet. I just feel really bad about dropping the ball on everything these days...it's all I can do to get to work each day, and frankly, I'd like a medal for that alone.

So to catch you up...

1. I took a month off of work, spent the entire time in bed, on the couch or in the bathroom and then on the first day I went back to work, not only did I have ZERO energy to deal with ANYTHING, but my boss promptly left on a three week vacation and THE FREAKIN' BRANCH WAS ROBBED. Damn inconsiderate bank robbers. I was tempted to puke on the guy.

2. I had a birthday last week. And I proceeded to yell at Mr. Blogger because he bought a humungous carrot cake that:

a. I cannot eat (I haven't been able to tolerate anything sweet since just about the day I found out I was pregnant) and...

b. I cannot bear to smell

He has eaten almost the whole thing himself. In hiding. So I can't smell it.

Or maybe because he's afraid of me.

3. Along those lines, and in my defense of being a bitch (see...at least I admit it!), due to the fact that I ALWAYS feel like crap in one way or another, I have become Angry Pregnant Woman.

Remember this?

And as a follow up...this?

Well it never ends.

I got home before Mr. Blogger one day in which he had ridden in a co-worker's van as they were to see customers in two's that day or something. Anyway, MB's van was on the street and there was a note taped to it. For I think the third time in a couple months.

Yet more complaints about the fact that it was on the street. And the writer's wife "had almost hit it numerous times".

I suddenly snapped. I mean, really. Your inability to back out of your driveway without hitting cars on the OTHER SIDE OF THE VERY WIDE STREET is really not my problem buddy. Or buddy's wife. Whatever.

I marched over there and proceeded to get into a screaming match with Mr. Old Man. He literally said he just "didn't want to see it there". He would be taking this up with the Homeowner's Association, as we were in clear violation of BLAH BLAH BLAH. I seriously can't even be bothered to finish the rest of his lunacy.

I can't remember the last time I completely went off on a total stranger like that. But I do have to say that by the end, I got my way, there haven't been any more notes, and in the process I think I scared the shit out of him.

All in defense of my husband's right to park where he damn well felt like. I of course told MB he owed me big time for all of that.

(You KNOW if he had gone over there to chat with Old Man, it would have ended with tea and cookies.)

4. I've only made it to ONE out of the four home games UCLA has played this season. Yes, I finally realized that someone else is holding the reins here, and it sure is not I.

Can I add that the Gigantor Boob situation REALLY makes it difficult to do the 8-clap?

5. In all honesty, I feel a LITTLE better. I throw up every morning or so, but it's nothing like what I experienced previously. I still have all kinds of digestive issues (I'll spare you), but to the makers of Sea Bands and Preggie Pop Drops...you deserve a Nobel Prize.

Seriously. Zofran didn't work. Phenergan did squat.

But stupid little sour candies helped. Ok, that, IV's, acupuncture, and foot rubs. Lots and lots of foot rubs. (Did I mention that I really do love my husband?)

6. Most importantly, in the time I've been away, we learned that...

IT'S A GIRL!!!!

But we still can't agree on a name.

One step at a time.