Girls Gone Wild!
Oh girls…where would I be without you?
Today has been monumentally crappy.
- I’ve been having the cramps from hell that are making me rethink the whole home birth thing because I would like to be hooked up to an epidural RIGHT NOW PLEASE.
- I didn’t sleep due to not being able to breathe because my nose isn’t working and my lungs are being squished by the giant man-child in my uterus.
- My head feels like someone is trying to kill me from the inside.
- Traffic was testing me today to see if I would completely snap and put my fist through someone’s window.
But I have my girls. And I love them.
I’m specifically NOT going to mention one treacherous coworker who texted me last night and made me look up the lyrics to “Ronan” by Taylor Swift. I burst into tears. THEN she came to my desk this morning (of alllll mornings) and tried to talk to me about it and I. Couldn’t. Stop. Crying.
If you are a mom, NEVER listen to this song:
I haven’t even listened to it. The lyrics were enough. And I can’t stress this enough: If you are a mom, JUST DON’T.
So do you hear me, Jenn? I’m NOT TALKING TO YOU OR ABOUT YOU OR MENTIONING YOU IN ANY WAY EVER.
See? I’m not even showing pictures of you. Because you made me CRY.
Also, how is this the only picture I have of us together???
Then one of the most awesome chicks I know sent me a little hello through Facebook and I threatened to be too intimate with her but I’m pretty sure she’d be fine with it because she’s DIRTY and FABULOUS and now we’re both moms and how does that even happen???
I know I’ve written about my tribe before, but it bears repeating. We need good people. They take days like today and bring a little sunshine into them.
Except treacherous, sad-song-sending coworkers. They’re just MEAN*.
*But I love them anyway.
uhm, i’m glad you didn’t watch that video – even taylor could hardly contain herself. thanks for the teary-eye filled morning to match the rain outside my window…
I seriously cried like a crazy person at my desk. Something like that is my BIGGEST FEAR and I’m just not capable of hearing about it without completely falling apart.
just don’t think about it. be like, “nope, nope… thanks for the concern brain, but you can step aside now”
Three things:
1. Ok, so since I cry pretty much everyday due to the stupidest things (I even made my Grandma cry yesterday because she can’t stand to see me cry… how horrible is that!?) I definitely will not be looking up that song.
2. I enjoy that you are the only brunette in that group of lovely ladies. Dark side represent! (I should never talk like that… ever.)
3. I hear you on the lung squishing thing! I got several kicks in the ribs yesterday for the first time, and I’ve been so short of breath. Everywhere I went yesterday people were asking if i was okay. I really wanted to punch someone by the end of the day. I didn’t even care that they were concerned about me and meant well. This baby is already over 5lbs, so no, I’m not okay… but I’m okay. Okay? :p
You have NO IDEA how relieved I was to read #3. They were really your first rib kicks? Because I haven’t really felt any yet and I was starting to worry that maybe the midwife was wrong and Bob Marley is NOT head down, or even worse, that his legs don’t work. Is that crazy? Don’t answer that.
And if you ever listen to any advice ever, stick to your instincts and do NOT look up that song ever. I’m a mess.
Despite my morbid curiosity, I will stuck to my guns!
And yes, first rib kicks. I know Baby H is head down because it’s confirmed at 2 ultrasounds now. His knees are bent, so his feet are actually usually on my right side sort of mid way between my hip and rib cage. That’s why I don’t normally get kicks high up… but head down he is! Oh the PRESSURE! Ugh.
I’ve noticed the pressure since the weekend. Like I’m FINALLY really realizing what it feels like to have someone in direct contact with your bladder. I don’t remember it being this severe with The Tornado, but sweet sassy molassy, it’s like Bladdergeddon in there!
I love how you call them your “tribe.” That’s the best way to put it. Can’t underestimate the power of your friends!
Thanks! I think it’s super important to keep people that you love and want to get tattoos with. I love my tribe!
I like how real you are! This is a good song, I hope they raise lots of money to beat cancer. Recently when one of my friends lost his mom to cancer his status message on facebook was rest in peace mom, no more pain for you and Cancer, Fuck you! Maybe songs like this and the efforts of other people will raise enough money to get a cure for cancer and then we can finally say Fuck you Cancer!
I hope they raise millions of dollars and cure it completely!
But I still won’t ever listen to it. My poor heart can only take so much.
and a good heart you have!
My darling Anita, you wonderful, wonderful woman. I’m sorry you had such a crappy day today but here’s to making tomorrow better and NEVER NEVER listening to that song because voices crack and my eyeballs explode.
Love you lady. ❤ Keep smiling.
I heard a little snippet about that song. You’ve convinced me to not to go any farther with that! LOL When I was pregnant with my 2nd son, a commercial for St. Jude’s came on the TV. It began with Jennifer Aniston telling me, “Your son was diagnosed with cancer. He’s going to die.” Or something to that effect. I was in hysterics wondering why Jennifer Aniston hated mothers so much that she would say such a thing! Ah, those hormones. Sorry you had a crappy day, but so glad to hear you have a tribe to help you through!
~Lynn
OMG I would have punched Jennifer Aniston in the ovaries. Right through the tv.
Uch, I remember that stage. I thought I would never breathe normally again what with the stuffed-up nose and the compacted lungs. It was the worst. I hope you feel better soon!
Thanks! I’m sure it will pass…in about 8 or so weeks… Until then, I should probably just make sure I get a lot of dessert. I hear that cake makes not breathing more bearable.
The worst for me was when I got to that stage, the baby took up the room that used to be reserved for cake – much worse than losing the power to breathe!
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