Wow, so I got my first nasty comment in a long while.  Quite a feat since I never post these days being miserable and pregnant, which ironically is what spawned the comment I guess.  Apparently my husband is bound to be miserable long after I am not, given the poor grammar of the comment that was all I could decipher.  The question I have here is why bother commenting on someone's site like that?  I think I have actually posed this question before, but still I cannot get past it.  As most of you know, my posts are generally exaggerated and frankly nobody's damn business.  I use this as an outlet to vent or bitch or just randomly comment on certain events of my life.  And for the record, anyone that is married knows that each individual within the confines of a marriage has to put up with the bullshit of the other.  Give and take it is and if one person is taking more than giving it is just as much their own fault as the person that is walking all over them.  I can assure you my husband would rather throw himself off the roof than be walked all over, especially by me and is well equipped to take care of himself in the event that my bitchiness reaches unbearable proportions, which it admittedly does.  So there you have it.  I love all the people that bother to still read my site and send well wishes and all around comments filled with smart ass and funny remarks.  If you have something derogatory to say to me it better be constructive criticism.  Otherwise, fuck off.

 

In other news...

 

It was my anniversary last weekend.  It went quite well and was all in all rather lovely.  Unbeknownst to each other, my husband and I got each other iPods.  I have suddenly become obsessed with all things involving the downloading of music.  Its great fun and we are both enjoying it.  We never did get around to eating the saved portion of our wedding cake.  I am near certain that I saved it and it is hibernating in the bottom of our freezer, but I am afraid to even attempt to taste it.  Everyone I know that has observed this tradition is now divorced.   So there you have it.  Traditions are sometimes stupid, especially those that involve eating old ass cake.

 

I know I haven't posted in forever.  Honestly, I just don't have anything to say.  Nothing.  How sad is that?  I am trying my best to be pleasant.  However, it is hard since the entire free world thinks that it is acceptable to comment on my weight.  News flash... it isn't ok to comment on a woman's weight even if that woman happens to be gestating at the time.  The following is what I have heard just in the last week:

 

- Wow, that baby is going to be big isn't he?

- You look like you are about ready to pop!

- Well, you were also big the last time weren't you?

- Are you enjoying getting fat?

- You sure you're going to make it up those stairs with that big baby?

 

There have also been various comments as to how tired I look, swollen ankles and hands, and focus on my belly button.  Look, I know my naval is sticking out right now, but I also know that if you touch it or comment on it I am going to break all of your fingers off.  I just do not see why people think this is acceptable.  It is hurtful and rude.  I am very well aware that I am 8 months pregnant and my stomach is very large.  I am not; however, all that big.  I weight about 140 lbs right now.  That really isn't that much considering how far along I am.  I have recently been profusely thanking my husband, mother and mother-in-law who have been so very complimentary and sweet about how I look.  They are always telling me how well I look and if it weren't for them I would probably never leave the confines of my closet.  Please note that the people that do say insensitive things are either men or women that have never had a child.  From this experience I have deduced that people are idiots.

 

That is all.