Dear Internets

Dear Internets,

Hi there. Thanks for reading my blog. I can see you, and knowing you take the time to visit makes me ridiculously happy. Please feel free to tell me how smart and funny you think I am in the comments. You may also tell me I’m deluded and totally unprepared for motherhood. I don’t mind. And for my lovely friends (both real and interweb) who do comment, kisses.


P.S. Here’s an amusing anecdote for your Sunday afternoon:

I almost punched E in the face this weekend. It was not when he refused to pick someplace to eat. It was not when he decided he wasn’t really hungry so maybe we’d just go to a bar instead. It was not when he wouldn’t let me watch Step Up 2: The Streets, even though it looked TOTALLY AWESOME. It was not when he laughed when I started freaking out that the baby was trying to kill me, Alien-style. It was not when he made another dismissive hormonal-pregnant-woman-joke. It was not when he told me he had to work all weekend. It was not when he “forgot” to clean out the fridge.

It WAS when I woke up for the fifth time in two hours with incredibly painful heartburn and a horrible back ache and saw him sleeping peacefully. On his stomach.

5 Responses to “Dear Internets”

  1. 1. Yes, Vikram is his real first name. And he is a cockweasel.

    2. More than once, if I’m having trouble sleeping and Boyfriend is sound asleep, I’ve woken him up by PRETENDING to have a nightmare. I’m going to hell.

    3. Holy crap, you’re very very pregnant.

  2. lalaland13 says:

    As annoying as husbands can be to pregnant ladies, I am amazed there aren’t more only children in the world.

  3. AGreenEyeDevil says:

    You are zany and delightful as always. And for those homicidal moments, I’m always happy to loan you my trusty Glock and always sharp shovel!

    E, please know I jest…most of the time…. The Devil :)

  4. Mitch says:

    This is completely un-related to your post, but since its related to the situation, I figured you’d be interested.

    Try these on for size!!!

  5. thingsiadore says:

    I remember one time when I was having a particularly difficult time sleeping (not due to pregnancy-induced heartburn, but just a bad night) I kept waking up my husband to complain that I could not stay asleep. After the fourth or fifth time that I tapped him on the shoulder to complain, he turned to me, still half asleep and said in a horribly harsh, deep voice “I’ll bet if you just SHUT UP you’d be able to fall asleep.” I still give him a hard time about it even though it cracks me up whenever it comes to mind.

    As for the post itself, I commend you on your incredible patience! For me, not getting to watch Step Up 2: The Streets would have been the tipping point :)

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