It's fine if no one reads these posts for a little while. They are going to suck donkey dick. I don't know why it's been so hard to write! I can't even tell you how many times I've started a post. I have had a million topics, but as soon as I write my first sentence, I just shut off the computer and turn on a 30 Rock episode, which I am completely obsessed with.
But, as I've said before, I love writing this blog, and I decided that no matter what, today, Sunday, I was going to post something. Even if it takes me all day. Even it is more talk about how FUCKING HUGE MY KNOCKERS ARE!! They really are. They broke my bra. Anyway....
Hopefully, there will be an improvement in the quality of posts as I get back in the habit of writing every day, but I'm pretty sure that at the end of this post, no one will have been at all entertained. I won't either, BUT I WILL CONTINUE TO WRITE IT!
Because I feel the need to refine some of my domestic skills, I am roasting a whole chicken right now. Not even hungry. I just feel the need to remind myself that I am capable of feeding another person something other than quesadillas and jello shots. I used to cook a lot, but it's been a long time. It's one of those things that mothers are supposed to know how to do. Not like my mom knew how to cook. And actually, she was so cool I didn't really care. So I don't really know why the fuck I am making this fucking chicken. I also plan on cutting down on the use of the word fuck. Not today, though.
Today is about refining my domestic skills. And planning how I can beat my downstairs fuckstain neighbor to within an inch of his life and get away with it. Jiminy Crickets, It's going to be a busy afternoon!
So, I'm almost 17 weeks pregnant. I have had two differant ultrasounds and what's called a CVS. for those who don't know, a CVS is this genetic test that they give to make sure the baby has the right number of chromosomes. I am pleased to announce that Baby Grace has the correct number of chromosomes. I am starting to show a little bit. I think I can probably wear my regular clothes for about another 3 or 4 weeks, but then I am going to have to give in and buy pregnant lady things.
Besides that, I got nothing to report. I have something to tell about the cab driver, but I am not in the mood to go down that road tonight.
All people who have kids: I have questions. I'll be asking them. Prepare to answer them.