it all seemed really overwhelming to me. add in the holiday madness and just call me a useless, crabby, unmotivated, possibly depressed person.
until i realized that i wasn't dying and was in fact, pregnant, after only one period since getting knocked up with the rivster, i was kind of a sad mac. grouchy, crying, sickly,
so yeah, one strong line and one faint line later i was like...woah! that totally makes sense now!
i'm smart. did you know this about me?
now that i am in the 5th month, i'm finally starting to feel like this is real again. i've even been feeling some mild movement from my new cellmate.
hello little jumpy bean! hope it's super fun in there. i've been eating enough sweets to ensure you have an addiction later in life. i do apologize but ya know, cravings are just demanding. don't watch commercials when you grow up because they are entirely convincing and compelling and before you know it, you're in the car heading to another fast food joint to try their latest dollar burger. it's. madness.
or beef jerky from target. you'll want that too after watching diners, drive-ins, and dives - so maybe skip that show too.
pearls of wisdom, little one. take notes.
i'm right though, right? commercials were definitely intended for children and pregnant women. our impulse control is weak, weak, weak.
today, i drove to where i thought daphnes was because i neeeeeeded a gyro for lunch. but when i got there, it was not daphnes, it was rubios. i cried in my car and then called hank to let him know that he won the lunch race and we were getting jersey mike's instead because i was too starving to drive across town to where yelp told me daphnes actually was. it sorta ruined my sunday.
luckily, the original italian sub, hot off the grill is kinda bomb from jersey mike's so there ya go - the silver lining.
i'm such an optimist.
love you guys - if you're still out there. also, if you can't tell i wrote this in two parts so it feels a little disjointed but i can't fix that at midnight. my apologies. also! we sold a shit ton of shit this weekend on craigslist, i mean, killlllled it on craigslist. this means our garage is nice and clean and emptier.
ahh, the solace.