Okay

Okay, so maybe this blog isn't serving it's purpose. I know I've had a ton to bitch about over the summer, and I certainly didn't do my bitching here.

Anyway, I am sick and tired of being paranoid. I have completely convinced myself that I am pregnant, which there is basically no chance I could be. But I feel like I am. I am queasy all of the time, but there has been no vomitting, just like when I was pregnant before. I am super exhasted. And wouldn't you know it, I swear I have felt the baby kick. So therefore, I must be 4 or 5 months pregnant and those periods I've been getting must be a mistake. I mean, seriously, how can I think I am pregnant???? But I do. I've even picked out a new midwife and decided I want to deliver at Flower because they have LDRP rooms. I'm thinking maybe I really AM psycho. Definately have to tell my shrink about this one. Oh, and by the way, I am taking a hpt tomorrow.... my period isn't even late, so I don't think it could tell me even if I WAS knocked up.... but it only cost a dollar, so what does it hurt.

First Post

As I was writing in my daughter's blog today, I realized sometimes there are things I was to talk about that have absolutely nothing to do with her, parenting in general, or the price of rice in China. Sometimes, I just want to write. Not that I have time to actually DO that very often, but I wanted a place to do it while still preserving the sanctity of her blog. I want my daughter's blog to be something she can look at in the future and read about her growing up, not about me bitching that it feels like it's five hundred degrees outside and nobody loves me. So I made a place for me.