It's coming at me left and right.  So maybe the best way to tell all the people in my life that I love that I was having yet ANOTHER child was better left to direct contact rather than over the internet.  The phone calls (Marelle:  I had to READ about your pregnancy on the INTERNET and I talked to you 2 days ago!!!!!!--this coming from the woman that didn't tell anyone that she was pregnant with her 2nd until she was like 5 1/2 months pregnant; the comments on the post:  HACK!!!!). 

I'm not a very good pregnant person.  If I hear one more, "don't you just Luuuuuvvvv pregnancy" I'm going to vomit in the person's shoes.  I'll ask them to take them off first, so I can get the most bang for my buck.  I wish it was winter so I could guarantee a closed toe shoe.

For weeks, I have been lying on the couch, watching my life pass me by.  The other day I cracked open an eyelid to see The Boy flit by in his birthday suit.  I swear he was fully clothed at one point of the day.  The next time I opened an eye, he was flitting by with the large VINE of grapes you have ever seen.  I found the vine carcass lying beside me the next time I found the energy to open my eyes.  Not long after, I saw The Boy walk by dragging the spongy undermat of the front door rug, still in his birthday suit.  He was carrying the mat around, walking in circles.  Then I heard him "sorting" through the mail on the dining room table.  Based on the sounds, he was sitting in the middle of it, ripping the mail to shreds.  In his defense, he is excellent at such sorting, always targeting the 3rd class mail (junk mail to you peasants) and the credit card offers.  Although I have started to wonder how long it will be until he learns to fill in those credit card offers so that he can have his very own credit card. 

I don't answer the phone.  My sister found out I was pregnant because I refuse to speak to her for weeks.  When I finally answered the phone, screaming, "STOP CALLING ME!!!!"

J:  are you pregnant?
K:  Is this because I refuse to take your calls?
J:  Yes.
K:  Then yes.

My bill paying has been less than stellar.  I hope they don't repossess the house because that will put my husband in a foul mood. 

A fouler mood than he is in right now.  He lives with hope.  Hope that the second trimester sex will truly be replacing the first trimester sex according to the calendar.  I can't imagine why?  What's wrong with...

"Yes, we can have sex but is there any way to do it without you touching me, breathing on me, looking at me and causing any sort of movement to any part of my body whatsoever?????"

As a matter of fact, my husband is a saint.  And no one knows that better than me.