Please to be buying me things from this site: Wry Baby  (stolen from madktdisease’s blog).

I’m taking this advice to heart (link from ohdeedoh).

This is such a cute idea, I’m going to order copies for both sides of the family.

I was checking my weekly update on iVillage but won’t be doing that anymore. The idea of this living inside me is going to give me nightmares.

At 3:42 pm today I ate an entire jar of pickles. This pregnancy is officially ON.

My pains have sort of spread out over both shoulders and my neck so I’m definitely calling it flu-shot related. Hopefully I’ll be able to sleep tonight so I can actual do something tomorrow. Like brush my teeth or put on socks.

Disclaimer: So what if I went to a Renaissance Fair? It’s not like I dressed up and spoke in ye olde English. I even refuse to spell “fair” with the extra “e”. I don’t need to you make fun of me, E is doing plenty of that already even though he plays World of Warcraft and has no right to call anyone a dork.

One of the shows involved two guys sword fighting while making lots of gay innuendos and off-color jokes. They warned the audience beforehand that it might be a little too PG-13 for kids. One of their scenes involved the guy with the Bon Jovi hair getting his sword stolen by the guy with the New York accent. 
Bon Jovi: Give me my sword back!
New York: What’s the magic word?
BJ: NOW!
NY: That’s not it.
BJ: Come on, dude!
NY: Not it either.
BJ: Damnit!
NY: There you go, now you remember the magic word!
Then both guys look at an 8 year old boy in the audience and prompt: Hey kid, what’s the magic word?

Without missing a beat, the kid yells “PLEASE!” 
I think his mother almost cried she was so proud. I cried from laughing so hard.

My arm hurts. Really hurt. Like,  a lot. But it isn’t the arm I got my flu shot in, that arm hurt the day they did it and a little on Saturday but not at all since. My LEFT arm – mostly my shoulder – is what kept me from getting any sleep last night. I just thrashed around moaning and wondering how long I should wait before I woke E up and told him I was having a heart attack. He’s a really sound sleeper.

This morning I got a little rest, just from sheer exhaustion. I’m going to take a hot bath and maybe a couple Tylenol, but if it keeps hurting this much I’m going to have to suck it up and call my doctor. It actually feels much better now that I’m doing stuff and not just wallowing in self pity. I think I’m just achy from the flu shot but it’s making me a grumpy, angry, miserable pregnant woman. I can’t even be excited that I felt the baby moving last night. Yeah, whatever Baby, I can’t sleep either so just shut up and keep your pointy elbows to yourself.