Also, I keep having creepy explicit sex dreams and fantasies that fill me with horrible guilt because I'm under doctor's orders not even to have an orgasm because it's all connected and I could end up in premature labor.
See, I know you're among the radical progressive Catholics, but this sounded like something so old-school and ruler-weilding-nun-induced that I just had to giggle. Somewhere my Aunt Mary Jo (of pope-killing fame) is nodding in approval. YOU'RE A SACRED VESSEL, WOMAN! CUT THAT SMUT OUT!
Sweetness, you get to vent.
Vent away, JZ. Wish I could drop by to distract and entertain.
((JZ))
Yeah, when I was laid up last week, the messy apartment made a everything that much worse for me.
JZ, love you, sweetie.
Sweetness, you get to vent.
What they said.
Also, you should have package soon. Ok. That won't solve everything, but it's something.
The sex dreams are nothing new -- they've been going on since I hit about 18 weeks, which according to a couple of the books I've read is totally typical. And up until two weeks ago, I was quite enjoying them. The horrible guilt is all brand spanking new and scientific: it's DOCTOR'S ORDERS, my goolie needs to be in a state of perfect quiet and stillness, and now I can't shut my sexy lizard brain off and it's going to kill the baby, the doctor said so.
And what kind of gassy nasty bitch whines at her husband about not folding his T-shirts when he has a book contract, an already-spent advance, and an iron-clad deadline hanging over his head (plus 50% custody of a high-energy child for whom he is now the sole caretaker during that 50%, on top of the bedbound bitch and the book contract)? I just feel like a completely shitty, useless hausfrau vampire.
So not shitty. So not useless. So not a bitch (in the lower-case sense). Promise.
JZ, don't you dare delete your completely justifiable vent. Sweetheart, you are so good at validating us, but sometimes you forget that it's valid for you to be frustrated and hurt, too.
{{{JZ}}} Vent away. We're here.
OMG! I wish I had Emily's camera that takes video. Toto is doing the CUTEST thing! He keeps walking up to the bed and trying to jump, realizing that he didn't run far enought, scooching back and trying again. Poor guy! Think I'm gonna have to go pick him up. But, damn is this cute!
