Note to self

As much as it sucks (and it does, whoa does it ever, "like a Banshee" as we would say when I was in high school), my body is definitely trying to tell me something. That something is that I need to spend my time sitting around with my feet up or else get a ride to wherever it is that I want to go. Nasty contractions at home are one thing, they are a completely different creature when you are walking through the middle of town with your three year-old in tow.

Man, this sucks balls.

Just an apology since the blog has definitely taken a "I hate being pregnant" turn in recent weeks. I promise my rants will once again branch out and cover other subjects after next month.