The First of Many Complaints

I'm fat today.
Well, I've been fat all week.
But I wearing maternity pants today cause none of my jeans will fit my fat ass.
UGH!
Quick, somebody tell me a lie about how I still look great, my ass is not huge, my face is not bloated, etc.

Already

I'm in the house for not even a week and already I'm traipsing around the front and back yard this morning in my robe and slippers trying to position the water sprinkler so my grass will grow pretty.
And I'm thinking to myself, "How did this happen?".

So tired

Pictures of the house are coming soon.
We just don't have the computer hooked up at the new house right now.
We are waiting on something for the internet connection.
The move went good.
I'm super tired, of course.
And there is crap everywhere.
But, I get a four day weekend starting Saturday so I should be able to get most everything put away and hung where I want.
The best part of the whole weekend . . . my mom and dad.
They decided to buy us a kitchen table as a house warming gift.
I hate to brag, but it is GORGEOUS, GORGEOUS, GORGEOUS.
Probably the most beautiful table this side of the Mississippi River.

And the moving begins

We closed on the house this morning.
That's right Phil, ON TIME :)
Pictures tomorrow.

Mike from downstairs

In my first year of college, to meet people and perpetuate my addiction to smoking, I hung out in the courtyard of my dorm a lot.
Met this guy named Mike.
He was okay.
He furnished Lisa and I with enough alcohol to get drunk one night, took us dancing and then talked his way into my room.
(My judgment may or may not have been impaired at that time.)
Anyhoo.
We somehow get to talking about what each of us is like.
You know, I'm the kind of girl that likes_______. Blah blah blah.
Well, when it was Mike's turn to tell me what kind of boy he was, he informed me that he was "not so deep".
Really?
I assume that was his way of telling me that I shouldn't expect to be called in the morning, or ever.
Thanks for the heads up.
Now, had he not said anything, he probably would have gotten lucky. I was very . . . well, I was something I'm not now.
But because he was so arrogant to think I would still want to have anything to do with him after his proclamation, I said goodnight.
Sorry Mike from downstairs, I am so deep.

7 Days

We close on our house next Friday at 9:00 a.m.
Yeah!
I can't wait to be out of an apartment.
In my own house.
I can do whatever my heart desires to do with it.
And really, that's a good feeling people.

I hate your laugh

To You:

I hate your laugh. I hate your shoes on the floor. I hate that you lay on my couch and use my blanket and watch teen drama on my t.v. I hate that you are inconsiderate and care for no one and nothing unless you are going to benefit from doing so. I hate how fake you are. I hate that I know that. I hate that I gave you everything a friend has to give and you took without gratitude.

I hate myself for caring.

That's my pat on the back!

It really frustrates me to hear my boss giving one of the girls I work with praise and compliments on work that I did.
Me.
I told her how to prepare the document.
I gave her the right language to use.
Me.
And she got the praise and compliment for a "good job".
Bitch didn't have the decency to stop and say, "oh thanks, but Kimberly helped me a lot with that."
STUPID F-ING BITCH
I'm not helping her anymore.
The whore can keep messing up like she did before I was so kind to take time out of my day and teach her something she should have been teaching me.

Answer

Ok
Sorry everyone.
It really wasn't a huge deal.
I mean, it was, but now it's not cause I'm completely fine.
On Thursday night around 9:30 I started vomiting and suffering from a really really bad pain in my stomach. (not baby related)
Well, from then until about 2:30 a.m. I threw up another five times and pain was NOT subsiding.
Plus, I started spotting. I got scared. Alan was worried. We went to the ER. While waiting for an hour to get into a room/curtained area I threw up another three times. Oh, and I had the great fortune for it to be coming out the other end as well.
Sometimes simultaneously. Pretty. I know.
So I had to do a whole bunch of tests to make sure it was just a stomach virus as the doc thought and he wanted to check the baby of course. (FYI - even at eight weeks it already looks like a baby)
They hooked me up to fluids, which came up, and gave me some anti nauseous meds, which didn't work.
My OB/GYN came to check on me around 8 that morning. Said I could stay in the hospital and be watched or go home and recover. I went home. Didn't eat solid foods for three days and now I am fine.
See, no big deal.

Things I don't like when going to the emergency room

* The beds - they are damn uncomfortable
* The noise - girl can't take a suitable nap with all the activity
* Amount of testing you undergo
* Gowns - need I say more?