So.....guess what? You will never guess!? I am KNOCKED THE FUCK UP! I am carrying S's spawn and excited. It was definately planned so no crying for this girl like some of my poor friends (aka negative nelly had an IUD and never really wanted kids but poof she has a 8 month old, LOL).
The only thing that sucked was I found out two days before our mexican vacation so no effing margaritas or ciggerettes for me. I have completely quit and gone cold turkey. As for morning sickness I am the queen of it to the point that I was hopitalized, yeah you heard me. They had to tranquilze me like a horse. At one point the nurse asked my husband if I was a drug seeker because nothing was working. He laughed and said "uh does wine count?" Thank god that only last for 10 days and I am back to my normal self. Good thing about the experince is I lost like 7 pounds bad part besides the almost cracking of a rib from dry heaving..my skin totally broke out from only having one shower over ten days due to being in and out of drug induced coma.
The spawn is fine and so am I so this blog will become a blog about pregnancy for the next ten months and me dealing with all the craziness and also the jealousy I will feel for not enjoying my vices.
TODAY: 8 weeks and 1 day
WEIGHT: 152 lbs (love it)
PANTS: still fit
BOOBS: getting bigger by the minute (I love the free upgrade)
Well I will be back to update on the spawn very soon..
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Thursday, March 10, 2011
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
So much, yet still the same!
Well I am a complete blogger loser! This new job, well not so new anymore has definitely been sucking me dry. Not in a bad way just alot of work and with trying to keep a life, go to the gym it has been tricky.
Some updates for the few who read (all three, hehehe)
I am going to FUCKING Jamaica in a month! Whoo hoo, so excited and we are going with thirteen people total. It is so amazing and will probably be the last time we can all coordinate something like this. My only issue is......my girlfriends are all about 5'2 and 90 lbs! If I have to listen to them comment on how fat they are one more time I am going to force feed them 25 whoppers with whip cream on them. I on the other hand wish I could loose about 10 lbs but hey all I would have to do is stop eating! I am pretty good about the gym but not about food. I don't always eat crap I just have no control over portion size. My hubby on the other hand has to fight to keep weight on so this makes for an interesting dynamic when it comes to me trying to eat healthy.
Work is good and I had my first review which went exactly how I pictured it. With all these retarded corporate reviews you could be the most perfect person but there is ALWaYS something to work on. So go in there and be proactive about all the fucked up shit you need to fix and they drool over it. If you have a excel on how you are planning to change your flaw remember your boss may start masturbating in front of you.
My sister had a baby! First baby of all my sisters and can I say BITCH! She had the baby in 2 hours, no drugs and this was her first time. The baby was 9.8 lbs and she only gained twenty! You must deduct a pound or two for her MASSIVE TITS and overall my sister literally only gained like 8 lbs! What the fuck and honestly she looked amazing, like those fake TV births where they still look like models! Don't get me wrong my sister is amazing and she deserves it like no other, but I have some feelings that karma will get me for no being a do gooder like my sister by having a 27 hour labor with a 50 lbs kid!
Finally I want to rip my nose off, finally at the age of 27 I have contracted allergies! Yes, I say contracted! How can I never have them and no go into sneezing fits wanting to rip my eyeballs out so I can use a wire brush to scratch them. I am going to bed early....
P.S. turning 28 in a month.....starting to feel old and soon will have to change this website from quarter life crisis to old bitch!
Some updates for the few who read (all three, hehehe)
I am going to FUCKING Jamaica in a month! Whoo hoo, so excited and we are going with thirteen people total. It is so amazing and will probably be the last time we can all coordinate something like this. My only issue is......my girlfriends are all about 5'2 and 90 lbs! If I have to listen to them comment on how fat they are one more time I am going to force feed them 25 whoppers with whip cream on them. I on the other hand wish I could loose about 10 lbs but hey all I would have to do is stop eating! I am pretty good about the gym but not about food. I don't always eat crap I just have no control over portion size. My hubby on the other hand has to fight to keep weight on so this makes for an interesting dynamic when it comes to me trying to eat healthy.
Work is good and I had my first review which went exactly how I pictured it. With all these retarded corporate reviews you could be the most perfect person but there is ALWaYS something to work on. So go in there and be proactive about all the fucked up shit you need to fix and they drool over it. If you have a excel on how you are planning to change your flaw remember your boss may start masturbating in front of you.
My sister had a baby! First baby of all my sisters and can I say BITCH! She had the baby in 2 hours, no drugs and this was her first time. The baby was 9.8 lbs and she only gained twenty! You must deduct a pound or two for her MASSIVE TITS and overall my sister literally only gained like 8 lbs! What the fuck and honestly she looked amazing, like those fake TV births where they still look like models! Don't get me wrong my sister is amazing and she deserves it like no other, but I have some feelings that karma will get me for no being a do gooder like my sister by having a 27 hour labor with a 50 lbs kid!
Finally I want to rip my nose off, finally at the age of 27 I have contracted allergies! Yes, I say contracted! How can I never have them and no go into sneezing fits wanting to rip my eyeballs out so I can use a wire brush to scratch them. I am going to bed early....
P.S. turning 28 in a month.....starting to feel old and soon will have to change this website from quarter life crisis to old bitch!
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
HOLY SHIT!
I know I am the worst blogger ever, and there is no one to blame but myself. Soooo lets try and sum up the last 5 months. Started my new whiz bangy job which I love. I am a legal drg dealer who wines and dines medical professionals (I have lots of great fucked up stories to come...). I also got married which was great and it went so well and was a blast (lots of stories too) and still have a tendency to drink to much.
I still have the quarterlife craziness, hmmm all of a sudden I have become a baby machine or should be because to my parents there is absolutely no other reason to get married. My new name should be Mrs. Resistant to become a breeding machine just yet. Luckily my sister just got pregnant so that should hold them off for a while. I mean really what other parents besides irish catholics are asking you a month before you walk down the aisle when you are getting knocked up (after they offer you a drink). My response is " I have spent this long not trying to get pregnant and I would like to drink at my wedding?"
Lots of drama with the friends which will dedicate whole blogs for each of them. Luckily and knock on wood I have no craziness as of now. Family good, Husband good (sounds way to weird and almost snooty to say that shit) and work is good. I am holding my breath that this will last since I have never had happiness in all three at once ever. THANK you for that right now. I will be better about keeping up with this since I miss all of my bloggers!
I still have the quarterlife craziness, hmmm all of a sudden I have become a baby machine or should be because to my parents there is absolutely no other reason to get married. My new name should be Mrs. Resistant to become a breeding machine just yet. Luckily my sister just got pregnant so that should hold them off for a while. I mean really what other parents besides irish catholics are asking you a month before you walk down the aisle when you are getting knocked up (after they offer you a drink). My response is " I have spent this long not trying to get pregnant and I would like to drink at my wedding?"
Lots of drama with the friends which will dedicate whole blogs for each of them. Luckily and knock on wood I have no craziness as of now. Family good, Husband good (sounds way to weird and almost snooty to say that shit) and work is good. I am holding my breath that this will last since I have never had happiness in all three at once ever. THANK you for that right now. I will be better about keeping up with this since I miss all of my bloggers!
Monday, January 14, 2008
I don't wanna grow up I'm a toys R us kid.
Why oh why do I decide that partying to 4:30am on Saturday night is a good idea? I never recover well and usually sleep away the day. Well that is exactly what I did! I partied so fucking late, and then slept in until 3:30pm! I haven’t slept that long since college and I feel like a piece of useless shit.
Overall the weekend was fun; I hung out with friends on Friday and then went to a catered party on Saturday night. Left early and started to party hard core, until 4:30am rolled around and I forced S. to pass out with me.
I did get some wedding stuff done this weekend including some bridesmaids dressed picked out and also registering. Can I just tell you that registering is fun and weird at the same time? I basically go around with this scanner that beeps whenever to want something and scan it. It kind of felt like Christmas, but I couldn’t bring myself to go too crazy since I realize people have there own bills as well. I did pick out a breathalyzer, and some great sheets, hehe! Gotta love BED, BATH and BEYOND.
I also picked out flowers and was so thankful for the amazing deal I got where I basically saved about a thousand dollars. So I changed my motif a bit but hey saving a thousand dollars and not putting a deposit down rocked (she said I was trustable, OH YEAH!). So instead of orchids only I am using Lilies, daises, roses and carnations. It should be gorgeous and if not then I will be the first bride to not carry any tacky looking flowers.
Well enough about wedding shit (seriously I feel super pretentious discussing it) and discuss job opportunities. So that guy who gave S. his card appears to totally be able to help me get a job as a pharmaceutical sales rep! OHHH fuck YA! I am so psyched and need to get the hell out of this job. I need something new and better and not a fucking cubicle. I would work out of my home; get a company car, corporate credit card, and hopefully more money. More importantly I would have a future in a career I would actually like, and lets face it the perks are amazing! I am waiting for a call back with that company and have a phone interview with another company this Friday. So everyone once again say a prayer, sacrifice an animal, or something to help me get one of these jobs.
Another UPDATE one of my longtime girlfriends just had a baby, which is actually super bizarre to think about because we used to smoke pot, date older guys, get thrown down to the principal office and generally be a pain in the ass. Now she has a little spawn of her own. It almost makes it real that everyone is growing up. Yeah weddings and houses are being bought but to me real adulthood begins when you have a child. It is no longer about you and your life changes. Well that is what they say right? So I am going to visit her and her new husband (she will be his third wife, crazy huh?) and the new baby. Hopefully I won’t freak out and run away screaming “I don’t want to grow up, you can’t make me!”
Overall the weekend was fun; I hung out with friends on Friday and then went to a catered party on Saturday night. Left early and started to party hard core, until 4:30am rolled around and I forced S. to pass out with me.
I did get some wedding stuff done this weekend including some bridesmaids dressed picked out and also registering. Can I just tell you that registering is fun and weird at the same time? I basically go around with this scanner that beeps whenever to want something and scan it. It kind of felt like Christmas, but I couldn’t bring myself to go too crazy since I realize people have there own bills as well. I did pick out a breathalyzer, and some great sheets, hehe! Gotta love BED, BATH and BEYOND.
I also picked out flowers and was so thankful for the amazing deal I got where I basically saved about a thousand dollars. So I changed my motif a bit but hey saving a thousand dollars and not putting a deposit down rocked (she said I was trustable, OH YEAH!). So instead of orchids only I am using Lilies, daises, roses and carnations. It should be gorgeous and if not then I will be the first bride to not carry any tacky looking flowers.
Well enough about wedding shit (seriously I feel super pretentious discussing it) and discuss job opportunities. So that guy who gave S. his card appears to totally be able to help me get a job as a pharmaceutical sales rep! OHHH fuck YA! I am so psyched and need to get the hell out of this job. I need something new and better and not a fucking cubicle. I would work out of my home; get a company car, corporate credit card, and hopefully more money. More importantly I would have a future in a career I would actually like, and lets face it the perks are amazing! I am waiting for a call back with that company and have a phone interview with another company this Friday. So everyone once again say a prayer, sacrifice an animal, or something to help me get one of these jobs.
Another UPDATE one of my longtime girlfriends just had a baby, which is actually super bizarre to think about because we used to smoke pot, date older guys, get thrown down to the principal office and generally be a pain in the ass. Now she has a little spawn of her own. It almost makes it real that everyone is growing up. Yeah weddings and houses are being bought but to me real adulthood begins when you have a child. It is no longer about you and your life changes. Well that is what they say right? So I am going to visit her and her new husband (she will be his third wife, crazy huh?) and the new baby. Hopefully I won’t freak out and run away screaming “I don’t want to grow up, you can’t make me!”
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