Pass the antacids, and the Dutchie on the left hand side.

Well, well, look who hasn't raised a knuckle in 8 million years to recount her daily dainties. That's the new word for life story bits. Dainties. Have I told you my dainties this week? Got any good dainties for me? etc.

It's pouring, pouring, pouring and it doesn't feel a teeny bit like June or summer. I've been quite inactive lately, other than being an incubator for a genetic experiment of the human variety, in other words, pregnant. I don't care for that word at all for some reason. It sounds so...afflicted. Although, it has been putting a stop to my already low level of productivity I must admit. I've been the sort of exhausted where even lying down, perfectly still feels like a thousand times too much effort. I smell things the way a microscope zooms in on a cell. For a while there, if T came too close, I swear, I could smell his spleen. This makes the kitchen a room of torture and cooking and eating truly unpleasant. Doing the dishes actually makes me vomit, so no change there but seriously folks...

I am not yet at the "magical" 3 month mark, I'm 3 weeks away from that, so I throw caution to the wind , or give suspicion the deluxe finger or something like that by speaking of being "embarked on propagation of the species", as it were.

Millions of things could wrong at any moment now or in the future or everything could be fine. Either way, it's pretty much beyond my control, outside of normal care, so why hide it, is what I think. Especially since little else is occurring as a result of my "afflicted" state. I'm soooo tired!!!!! Did I mention how tired I was?

So much to consider: Do we have to move? Buy shares in Microsoft? Grow a moustache? Will any of it help?

Meanwhile, I am here, drifting through each day like a limbo ghost, while my body does it's own thing. It's like: "Hey M, this is your hormones here, we got to do some work so you'll be locked out for a while, we got blood volume to increase and we got to hoist your uterus up to a new location, could take a while, probably will crowd out the stomach and the bladder, you'll feel that in the form of hella peeing and burping... you might as well just lay down on the couch for the next couple months and forget about contributing to society."

"Oh, ok, so will everything work out?"

"Maybe."

"Okey dokey then."

So that's where I am. Even bags make me want to puke. (They've probably been making you want to puke for a while now.) Too bad I'm not into online gaming or stock investing or something that would pass time with little physical effort. I hate TV, reading has become tricky because I think I need glasses dammit!, and I don't even care about real punctuation anymore. An exclamation followed by a comma. Shocking disregard for form. Grammar slammer hammer!.,,:

So will I become an endless bore as I continue the random formation of a human? Probably. "Become?" you say. Ha ha, aren't you funny.



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