I wonder if this is real... This necklace says it it made with real coal from the Titanic. Yes, the boat at the bottom of the ocean. I'm not so sure.
I want this! A coffee cup with an octopus inside is just too awesome.
So I went to the hospital Sunday night, vomiting like I was going to die. Turns out I have a rather nasty version of the stomach flu, and it was not Ebola like I thought. So here I sit, feverish, chills, sweats, and turning my stomach inside out every few minutes or so, and wishing I felt well enough to go to work tonight. Thank the Goddess Louis is 5, and fairly self-sufficient. I am so glad I never got this sick when he was really little. Maybe I did, but it wasn't for more than 24 hours. Maybe, like most horrible things about pregnancy, I just forgot. I was going back through the notebook I had when I was pregnant with Louis, and it sounded awful. I was constantly peeing myself, and puking. Also, I felt like crap and slept all the time. I never left the house and I hurt. Gods, just reading it makes me want to go get my tubes tied. I'll pull a Madonna if I want another kid and buy one. Not really, I'll foster. There are plenty of kids in this world that don't have anyone to love them. The best part is, I don't have to spend a year wanting to die, and I can even get a kid thats already potty trained! I semi-adopted a girl named Rosie a few years ago. She's a sweet girl with lacking parental figures until later in life, as it were. She's a good kid, and I hope she knows she can call on me if she ever needs help.
I want this! A coffee cup with an octopus inside is just too awesome.
So I went to the hospital Sunday night, vomiting like I was going to die. Turns out I have a rather nasty version of the stomach flu, and it was not Ebola like I thought. So here I sit, feverish, chills, sweats, and turning my stomach inside out every few minutes or so, and wishing I felt well enough to go to work tonight. Thank the Goddess Louis is 5, and fairly self-sufficient. I am so glad I never got this sick when he was really little. Maybe I did, but it wasn't for more than 24 hours. Maybe, like most horrible things about pregnancy, I just forgot. I was going back through the notebook I had when I was pregnant with Louis, and it sounded awful. I was constantly peeing myself, and puking. Also, I felt like crap and slept all the time. I never left the house and I hurt. Gods, just reading it makes me want to go get my tubes tied. I'll pull a Madonna if I want another kid and buy one. Not really, I'll foster. There are plenty of kids in this world that don't have anyone to love them. The best part is, I don't have to spend a year wanting to die, and I can even get a kid thats already potty trained! I semi-adopted a girl named Rosie a few years ago. She's a sweet girl with lacking parental figures until later in life, as it were. She's a good kid, and I hope she knows she can call on me if she ever needs help.
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