When I was a little girl I used to love gum and chew it almost compulsively, (not much has changed). I would even put a fresh piece in right as I was going to bed and my parents were coming to tuck me in. After a bit of whining, pleading, and some bargaining, we would come to a compromise. In an effort to choose his battles, my Dad would tell me to/allow me to put my gum on my bedpost overnight. I could then pick back up where I left off the following morning with a slightly stale, slightly used, and slightly disflavored piece of gum. I was in heaven.
I chewed that piece of gum right to the last morsel of flavor was gone. It became hardened, flavorless, and just plain gross. I loved every minute of it. Why you ask, am I sharing this unimportant tidbit of my life? No clue really. I started this post months and months ago, and now can't remember where I was going with it due to my overly-hormonalized (is that even a word?) brain. Thus, we come to the present, where I sit--no lie, on the couch, doing a 5 point turn just to roll over and lift my self-imposed basketball/beach ball/watermelon into a standing position. I'm due in 5 short but, ever so long days, with no real clue when it will officially "happen". And for the record, I've not only lost all sense of punctuation, grammatical prowess, or internal spell check, but also bladder control...so bare with me.
Awhile ago I was asked to write a contributing article to favorite blog of mine, both flattering and nerve-wracking, and have yet to do it. I did however, begin a potential article for them I have yet to finish, perhaps never will. That particular post would be very appropriate right now though as it deals with some of the marital pregnancy woes...woes to which I am completely boycotting as of now (as well as the last several weeks, too much information?). Let's just say some things are better left undone if you know what I mean. And despite his compliance, the hubba lubba is none too thrilled, to say the least. I am rambling at this point with no real point. I really think this post is a waste of writing and I am just idly killing time waiting for this little girl to make her appearance. I will do just about anything to avoid any real work at this time...even if it means playing hidden object games online at all hours of the night to simply avoid the work of trying to sleep...purely a hypothetical scenario. Who plays games online? Who plays hidden object games? Who then writes about it? Get serious, I am way too cool and mature for that. I am 30, enough said. Looks like I have killed 5 more minutes.....hmmm maybe I should eat my weight in peanut butter chocolate bars? NO, I already did that today AND yesterday, single handedly managing to gain 3 pounds in a week, but who's counting? Oh right, my overly conscientious nurse who pointed out that increase from last week as I pointed out I had not gained this week. I was really proud, which may show just how desperate I am getting at this time, if I am proud of not even an entire week, but more like 4 days of no weight gain.
Anywho, I am going to puke now, both from nausea at how much I have eaten and at whatever I just wrote in the last 10 minutes. Plus, I have to go find a game to play...do some laundry.
