Fake News

Like everyone else, I am a little sick of politics right now (but not sick of arguing with Republicans, because that never gets old). Every news station is just recycling the same old information and I'm tired of all of it. Plus Rand has to limit my news watching, because I can't sleep after I watch how our country is completely falling apart. My solution is to only watch comedy central for my political news. I love Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert. They not only tell you what is going on while making it funny, they always give you someone to blame (lately they have been blaming a lot on Alan Greenspan..and I'm okay with that).

I'm Not Worthy

I have the best husband in the world.

I have been completely useless the past few weeks. I haven't even been in the laundry room in at least 10 days, but the laundry keeps getting washed and put away. I can't cook or do dishes without throwing up, but the kids haven't complained about starving to death, so he must be taking care of that too. On Saturday I was having a particularly bad day and he took the kids to the Zoo and let me have 4 hours of complete silence. I love him so. He is the best housewife ever. If only he could do the throwing up for me too...

**I have been asked to add that my husband's domestic skills are rivaled only by his extremely good looks. Who says you can't have it all?

I'd like to buy a vowel

The spinning wheel noise is back. It is really loud today. The intensity of the volume seems to be directly correlated with the amount of sleep I had the night before.

Crazy Pregnant Brain

What is it about being pregnant that makes me feel like I am losing my mind? I know I am scatterbrained on a regular basis, but I really feel like I am missing some very vital brain cells. Yesterday I rinsed my contact lenses out with cleaner instead of saline and I burnt the surface of my eye off (it still looks like I have a bad case of pink-eye). And today I forgot to rinse the conditioner out of my hair. I got out of the shower and went to blow-dry it and couldn't figure out why my hair was so greasy. I can't remember where I parked, or if the peanut butter goes in the fridge or the pantry, or my own phone number. Help me! This is a real condition-right?

Formal Announcement

So...I feel a little bad that the announcement of my pregnancy was kind of a side note at my pity-party yesterday. I guess I thought everyone knew. Anyway, I am due May 5th. Maura is very, very excited as long as it is a girl, and Collin is hoping for a baby Buzz Lightyear. Keep your fingers crossed! And no need to curse me with twins, we already know there is only one.

Happy Birthday Kris!

Oh crap! I almost forgot my mom's birthday today too. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM! I LOVE YOU! After having a daughter of my own, I appreciate you even more. I wish you were having a better day than me, but I have a feeling you probably aren't. At least we can share our misery on your special day.

Make Checks Payable to...

I usually try to keep my posts lighthearted....I figure life sucks enough that you don't need to read about my problems. So I apologize for this post, but I guess I just need a little therapeutic venting. Here are the facts:

1) My husband lost his job a month and a half ago
2) I found out I was pregnant a week later (trying to be excited, and I'm sure I will get there)
3) I have thrown up an average of 5 times a day the past month and haven't slept more than 3 hours a night
3) My boss quit today...so I'm pretty sure this means I don't have a job either
4) I have two little kids who don't care about any of the above and need me to take care of them and pretend like everything is fine.

Needless to say, my stress levels are at record highs. And trust me, they are usually at a fairly high level on a regular day, so the meter is about broken at this point.

Send well-wishes my way. I need them. But don't hug me the next time you see me. I'm not there yet. I might be soon. I will keep you posted.

Wow. That was enough self-pity for a lifetime. I feel a little guilty about indulging, considering there are plenty of people who would trade my problems for theirs in a second. Well maybe not plenty, but at least a few.

Low Self Esteem

I just dusted my treadmill. I am pathetic.