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So, I’m going to start this out by apologizing for the lack of writing lately. It basically comes down to the fact that after my work day is FINALLY OVER I am so tired I slip right into bed around 6 p.m. Some days, I’ll realize that if I don’t eat there will be some major stomach issues, but other days I just fall fast asleep within seconds. Party girl is officially out of the office indefinitely.
The other day Trent and I went to our first of what will be many uncomfortable appointments with the doctor. We had to get our first round of tests, pokes, prods, etc. in so we could be sure we were having a healthy baby. Trent decided he wanted to come, which should be a great thing, having the father of my baby actually wanting to be involved in the gruesome truths of pregnancy, but I was a bit nervous.
Just imagine your significant other, sitting right next to you as a slightly overweight nurse feels your breasts. Imagine looking over at him and seeing a little too much of a smile and possibly, just possibly, a wink. Imagine a PAP with Trent in the room. Then imagine him, or your boyfriend, asking all the embarrassing questions that you’ve never asked at the doctor because of the sheer humiliation factor. Some examples: “So, we can still have sex, right?” “Is lubricant safe?” “What types of lubricant are OK?” “Will the strawberry flavored lubricant hurt the baby?”
Dear lord, kill me now.
Well…life sounds good for you! Keep making it uncomfortable for her, Trent, that way I can always rest assured that she has that goofy look on her face, for example when she watches people making out on tv/movies, it is freaking hilarious! ANYWAYS….you guys are funny and more exciting stories should be on the way.
If you use strawberry favored lube, when the baby is born will it taste like strawberries? Not that I plan on licking your child. Just wondering.
Well well well…the powers above sure are surprising. I thought I failed a test on Monday and got pretty down, actually really down with the help of other realizations in my life, but I didn’t. I got a B! AHHHH! But, just to warn, i will continue to think that I failed tests because the outcome usually turns out WAY better, it’s just reverse psychology on myself and now I can be in a good mood rather than thinking I aced it and finding out I failed, which would have put me in a state where noone should be around me. Life is starting to look up, now if Manhattan this weekend is any good to me, maybe next week will be a more positive week. Wish me luck!
That’s my boy!
All I have to say for the moment is that alcohol + manhattan + ex boyfriends= DRAMA! I think I have successfully made it so that Scott will not talk to me ever ever again, not just Scott, the Cronin’s in general. Way to go me! Weirdness….
Its Ok Mara, I also think that Alcohol + Westport + Cancer + Rain + Wet dogs = DRAMA. I am so glad Megan thinks I’m funny, Heath loves me regardless of my passion for Long Islands and how rain produces tears, and that Satchel is still alive after I tried to throw him over a fence. Maybe Mara and I should have hung out this weekend to balance each other out…..or maybe we should just throw out the first ingredient next time….it seems to be the common denominator. Next party, Nov. 5th. mission accomplished.