I have been a quiet blogger as of late . . .
I’m what? 19 weeks pregnant at this point? I’ve lost track.
But I just can’t really say anything nice right now. Everything I want to blog about right now is some sort of tirade. In fact, I thought about authoring a post with the title, “Eff Off, I’m Gestating In Peace, Dammit!”
Can someone explain this to me? Maybe I’m having a boy? Or perhaps I’m just reacting to the insane interpersonal stress I’m experiencing at work – I don’t deal well with abuse. Or maybe it’s the bizarre dreams I’ve been having lately – two of them have involved losing my baby.
Anyway, lots of feelings . . . and most of what I can share is stupid, inane, or negative. So, I’ll shove a sock in it.
Off to find my happy pants!