There is no update. Everything's the same, except I have to go see the midwife today to check my blood pressure etc. If I thought I could get away with it, without hurting the baby, I'd order me up some Xanax in a heartbeat because I am just an unbelievable ball of anxiety. You know I tend to be pretty high strung anyway, and
So instead I'm using my hypergraphic tendencies to write pages of random thoughts. Here are a few.
If I got a tattoo, it would be tiny little baby footprints walking up the tops of my feet.
When I get some money, I am going to buy a new mattress, get a land survey, and find some crap to build a hen house with.
If soda were that bad for you, it wouldn't flow freely from fountains.
I'm thinking that what we really need to fix our health care system is a bunch of monkeys pounding on pianos. Well, actually, it wouldn't fix the problem at all, but it would take our minds off it for a little while.
What if I feel like I'm going to have a crap, but instead, out pops the baby?
Dammit, Sun, will you just go away? People are trying to be depressed around here.