Oh What a Night!
My poor stomach just couldn't catch a break yesterday. Rich and I ate dinner and then I brought him to play pool and I came right home cause I felt like was going to puke pools of fire. Dinner tasted so good, and smelled up the entire house. Ug. Figures, just my luck. I came home and just vegged. I did absolutely nothing that was of being productive. I stayed home until I felt like I could go out for a bit, big mistake that was. I definitely ate my bitch flakes this morning. LOL.
That's the one big thing I absolutely hate about me being pregnant. The hormones. Sometimes I am so happy. Sometimes I want to scream in Rich's face and just be alone. Honestly, I feel borderline manic, and I don't like it.
I woke up to an incoming text from my son's father. "Cora: what happened to all of the clothes I sent down with Erik?" Well I reply with an explanation because I always feel like I have to defend myself to Skot cause he is always out searching for prey. I tell him that Erik made lots of messes this weekend and every time we left the house practically warranted a clothing change because he just had to jump in the puddles out side the apartment. I get a text back from Erik's father, "He's 2; messes need no explanation lol. That IS the explanation: he is 2 lol." Well aren't we a rocket scientist...... If you know he is 2 and messes are inevitable why the hell comne down on me? Fucker.
Grrrrrrrrr. His father's way of being drives me right up a fucking wall.
That's the one big thing I absolutely hate about me being pregnant. The hormones. Sometimes I am so happy. Sometimes I want to scream in Rich's face and just be alone. Honestly, I feel borderline manic, and I don't like it.
I woke up to an incoming text from my son's father. "Cora: what happened to all of the clothes I sent down with Erik?" Well I reply with an explanation because I always feel like I have to defend myself to Skot cause he is always out searching for prey. I tell him that Erik made lots of messes this weekend and every time we left the house practically warranted a clothing change because he just had to jump in the puddles out side the apartment. I get a text back from Erik's father, "He's 2; messes need no explanation lol. That IS the explanation: he is 2 lol." Well aren't we a rocket scientist...... If you know he is 2 and messes are inevitable why the hell comne down on me? Fucker.
Grrrrrrrrr. His father's way of being drives me right up a fucking wall.
Labels: Erik messes, experience, metal mama, pregnant, Rich
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