Well, duh. January 22, 2009

Okay, obviously I’m pregnant. It’s been 9 forevers since I posted, and before that, it was all “am I pregnant?” or “do I need to keep doing Weight Watchers?” talk. In 13 weeks, the new baby will arrive, and I will once again rejoin the ranks of gleeful smokers and drinkers. Obviously, I’m excited about the baby, but the nagging fear of labor once again permeates my thoughts. Just because the first one is smooth doesn’t ensure the second one will be. It’s my last one, so I can handle it.

Right???

Not Acceptable January 22, 2009

The toddler is really going through an intense asshole phase right now. Does that sound harsh? Well, it’s a lot nicer than my initial reaction last night to BEING HIT WITH A DIAPER SOAKED IN URINE. Yep, I’m putting away her laundry, and she throws said diaper at me. And hits her target. I told the hubby it’s a good thing I was so far away from her, because the urge to slap her was almost uncontrollable.

She’s a good kid, just not lately.

So the Oscar Noms Mean Less and Less… January 22, 2009

I see that Brad Pitt was nominated for playing Mork, and Kate Winslet, who doesn’t annoy, was honored for sleeping with an underage boy.