I hate everyone

Blogging in the 3rd trimester should be on the no list with boozing and belly flops onto cement.

Where have I been? I feel like I’ve been answering that a lot lately.  To be fair to myself and avoid any responsibility, I blame Yoshe. Where do I begin… Most of you have been reading with me from the very beginning. I love that, because when I write, I genuinely feel like I’m talking […]

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I’ve been avoiding you. And now I’ll explain. THEN we’ll watch the drag queens.

On behalf of me and Yoshe, we apologize for our dick-ness in our last post. I always know when I cross some sort of internet blog line when my friends and family start emailing me like “um, do you need some help?” And I never realize it when I’m writing it. But then I’m like, […]

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Did you know that it’s Don’t Be a Dick Day? I’m trying to figure out how to opt out. Also your first peek at G’s big boy room.

F. I’m sick again. Like with a cold. Pregnant with a cold. Vomit. Oh and speaking of vomit, I did that 19 times on Friday. When B was away in NY. I hate everyone. I hate you. I hate me. I hate B. But my problem is that I read on twitter today that it’s […]

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This post is really just a means of revenge against B. But it’s also about poop. And cinnamon rolls.

B ate the last cinnamon roll. Do you know what kind of crime that is against pregnancy and the female population as a whole? Do you know the anger and resentment I feel burning inside of my Yoshi? It’s not MY fault that Yoshi NEEDS cinnamon buns to grow. But it’s your fault B for […]

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butt nuts < trying on swimsuits < trying on maternity swimsuits. DIE.

Dudes, my mood is foul. I’m sitting on a pile of butt nuts for one. Yes Christmas came early in this pregnancy. By now the Rite Aid girl doesn’t even bother covering up the Tucks with the Lucky Magazine. She just gives me a frowny face like awwww. And I’m like SHUT UP you 16 […]

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