Address change: I’ve moved to Slothtown

39 weeks.

So tired. All the time. So irritable. No energy to do anything but bitch that there’s nothing good on TV. I need a celebrity trash magazine and a few pints of ice cream. I need to put my feet up and call in sick to work. I need to cuddle up with my son and try to forget about my impending doom.

Can’t control the rage and the tears today.

One of these days I’ll be going into labor. Will post something from the mobile. Watch the Flickr photos or the Twitter updates in the sidebar for news.

Unless, of course, God hates me and has me deliver this kid two weeks late. Or God hates me and has me deliver this kid in the fucking truck on the way to the hospital. Or has me deliver this kid with an emergency section or with who knows what kind of pain and trauma and terror.

So. Some ice cream and a nap sure would be nice. Wish I was a cat and could just hide out under the porch to give birth.

May 22, 2007 | Filed Under neuroses, pregnancy

Comments

2 Responses to “Address change: I’ve moved to Slothtown”

Elizabeth on May 22nd, 2007 11:06 am

Poor girl.
Rage on, it helps.

Also, try for saturday, that’s my birthday
Dani on May 22nd, 2007 4:47 pm

Oh MB, I wish I could help somehow. I love you though! Which is not help, but it’s the best I can do from so far away. You want I should post some Fat Mojo pictures?