It's times like this I"m glad I have a blog.

I do censor myself somewhat on here. Some of it is organic -- there's stuff I just don't feel like writing about, or I realize I'm overreacting to something and that I will look like an ass later if I publish what I'm thinking just then. Some of it is in recognition of the many different types of people who read this blog. While I don't live my life based on what other people think about me that doesn't mean I care to grievously offend people, either.

Anyway, what all this boils down to is that sometimes there are things I want to whine about. A lot of times these things can be handled by my venting to my friends on the message boards I frequent. But there comes a certain point where either, a) I feel I've beaten a subject to death and no one wants to hear about it any more or, b) the subject matter is such that people might not be sympathetic or understanding (rightly or wrongly so).

For example, today's subject: I am so fricking-fracking sick of being pregnant. I am SO sick of it. And I feel badly about it, because I know a number of people online who would love, LOVE to be pregnant right now but can't -- either because it's not the right time or because it's downright impossible. So I do try to keep that in mind and not innundate my hangouts with constant complaints. That's when this blog comes in handy. Because, y'all --

I HAVE HAD IT!!!!

I have been sick now basically for the past six months. I have 11 weeks left to go and have no reason to think it's suddenly going to improve in that time. It's just demoralizing. Six months -- it's hard for me to even recall feeling normal, at this point. A good day for me now is only a mild flash of nausea here and there. Then we have days like today, with stomach pains and a generally unsettled feeling. I don't want to eat anything. Nothing sounds good. When I did eat yesterday I had half a chicken sandwich and half an order of fries and when I got home I felt like my stomach was going to explode. It was lovely. I was having shortness of breath and could not get comfortable to save my life. I'm just tired of it. If this is the cosmic universe's way of guaranteeing that I never want to have another baby, I get it! It worked! I am done! Giving me a break for the last 11 weeks really really will not make me change my mind, I swear. 11 weeks of normalcy would not be enough to negate 29 weeks of bummerosity in my mind. So whomever is in charge of this stuff, please get on this as soon as possible. I just want a little break -- because this flat-out sucks.