Bitch, moan.

I keep writing posts and deleting them.

I am SO boring at this point that I'm boring myself. The problem with waking up pissed off every morning is that my ability to think on subjects that have nothing to do with a) Oprah, b) AmeriCorps hatred, c) unemployment, d) inability to sleep due to pregnancy, or e) what's for dinner is significantly compromised.

What am I pissed off about? See b, c, and d above.

If I can't be out earning a living, I feel like I should at least be doing something productive during the daytime hours: a load of laundry, a scrapbook page - whatever. But see, the thing is I can talk myself out of ANYTHING. Even getting out of bed to go to the bathroom.

My life is a series of prenatal appointments sprinkled with the occasional pee or poop accident by the cats. Everything that happens in between those milestones is just frosting. This feels sort of what being like a kid too young to enter kindergarten feels like. You look forward to things 2 weeks away to get through the boringness.

I don't think I'm turning into "depressed pregnant woman you should keep an eye on" but I could probably do with more ice cream in my life.

Posted by Tiffany at October 9, 2006 01:34 PM | TrackBack