Ok, so my blog theme is so perfect. And what' s funny is I chose it before I knew I was pregnant. It goes really well with the bedding we have chosen. We are just doing the bedding. My best friend Erin is making me a birdie mobile. Oh, P.S. It's a girl. But I think everyone knows that! :-)
It was amazing that when the doc said it's a girl, her whole life flashed before my eyes and I PANICKED! So now that I know she's healthy, I have to worry about her life, her decisions, our relationship. Ugh. Stress!
Here's the link for the bedding. I love it!
http://www.bananafishinc.com/prodpg.php?product_id=1185
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
I could make millions!
I seriously could create a board game, a-la shutes and ladders-esque out of the maladies and funnies of pregnancy. I created it while I awoke this morning and had to chose between eating or peeing. Your bladder hurts so bad. Real bad. But if you don't eat this minute, you will barf. Which do you choose? Ease your bladder? Oh, sorry. You've thrown up because you waited too long to eat. Go back 9 spaces. You choose to eat? Heh, heh. Eat in pain!! Go back 2 spaces. Oh and don't give me that whole "I'll eat a few bites and then run to the bathroom and then make it back to eat" routine. No, no. You're cereal just got mushy! You lose. Muhahaha. Oh, you peed really fast and your cereal's not mushy? TOO BAD! You didn't empty that last 5 cc's of urine out of your bladder so now you are plagued with pain again. Bah! Go back 4 spaces.
See? Fun, right? It could start out all fun like, "you're pregnant, yay! Advance 10 spaces. You made it to your second trimester? Great! Advance another 5 spaces. What? Oh you're still nauseous? Go back 5 spaces. You suck at life."
I could make millions with this game. That's it! I'm quitting my day job and throwing our life savings into a patent and crew to create said board game.
Wait, what? Pregnant women would rather play solitaire to get them through their nights of insomnia? DAMN! Plan foiled again.
;-)
Ok that was the end of the note, but I keep thinking up more things.
Your taco was delivered without cheese and you start to cry. Go back 5 spaces and shoot your hormones. THERE'S NO CRYING IN BASEBALL! Oh. . .sorry, wrong movie.
Ahem. Oh and the proper thing to say to a preggo who is suffering is "I hope it get's better." NOT, "It will get better." I was discussing this with a friend and I feel the need to put it out there. Will it get better??? Will it??? Where's your crystal ball??? . . . . LOL. That's another one. You've just b**ched out a friend. Go back 10 spaces you horrible, horrible person!
hee hee hee. This is purely for my own sarcastic enjoyment and do not wish for your sentiments or pity (unless of course, you just wish to say "oh Courtney, you're so funny.) lolz. The end!
See? Fun, right? It could start out all fun like, "you're pregnant, yay! Advance 10 spaces. You made it to your second trimester? Great! Advance another 5 spaces. What? Oh you're still nauseous? Go back 5 spaces. You suck at life."
I could make millions with this game. That's it! I'm quitting my day job and throwing our life savings into a patent and crew to create said board game.
Wait, what? Pregnant women would rather play solitaire to get them through their nights of insomnia? DAMN! Plan foiled again.
;-)
Ok that was the end of the note, but I keep thinking up more things.
Your taco was delivered without cheese and you start to cry. Go back 5 spaces and shoot your hormones. THERE'S NO CRYING IN BASEBALL! Oh. . .sorry, wrong movie.
Ahem. Oh and the proper thing to say to a preggo who is suffering is "I hope it get's better." NOT, "It will get better." I was discussing this with a friend and I feel the need to put it out there. Will it get better??? Will it??? Where's your crystal ball??? . . . . LOL. That's another one. You've just b**ched out a friend. Go back 10 spaces you horrible, horrible person!
hee hee hee. This is purely for my own sarcastic enjoyment and do not wish for your sentiments or pity (unless of course, you just wish to say "oh Courtney, you're so funny.) lolz. The end!
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