RANDOM MUSINGS.

There are some things that I just want to give wings so that they fly away. . . they don't necessitate a full length post.

*  My nipples are bigger this week.  And darker.  I had a friend, many years ago, whose nipples got huge like saucers and turned nearly as black as pavement when she was pregnant.  It was pretty impressive.  Mine are dwarfed in comparison and not nearly as dark.

*  No Linea Negra yet (go look it up, Dummy.)  I had it last time. . . I am still waiting for it to appear.  I called it my belly seam. 

*  My hair growth is outta control.  My usual wisps at my hairline are thick and rabble-rousing.  I'm not sure how else to describe it.  If I had no other hair, I would look like Beaker.  The Muppet.  Right?

*  I drink a Diet Pepsi once or twice a week.  I do it primarily when I need a pick-me-up.  Because building a baby is a lot of damned work, people!

*  I hate sweets, cake and dairy (for what it does to my stomach.)  But, lately, I want frozen Snickers Bars, Funnel Cake and some mother-fucking frozen-assed custard a la Ted Drewes.  Also, meat is a turn-off.  I eat it on occasion because I know I need the protein and iron.  But, it's gross.  And so are you, sicko.

*  I had swollen feet the other day and they made me look like I had penguin feet.  Yeah.  Gross.  They went away with a little relaxation (read:  recliner fully reclined) and copious glasses of chilled water.

*  I am going to the Manchester City v Chelsea soccer match at Busch Stadium tonight.  I'm special.  Well, me and 41,999 other people are special.  Do you include the working staff in the 42k headcount?  No?

*  I am a week and a day away from surgery.  I feel like I am going wackadoodle.  Fear makes a body very energized.  To run.  Quickly away.

*  Sleep is a bastard lately.  I wake up all night long on my back and force myself to one of my sides.  Eventually, I wake up again on my back.  Most times, I then take the opportunity to empty my bladder.  And, get a drink of water.  Then I repeat.  Of course, after the alarm goes off, I can sleep solidly for several hours.  Hateful shit.

*  Supposedly, I should be able to feel my uterus approximately 4 inches under my belly button.  I'm pretty sure that when I feel for it, I actually find my bladder.  Because I usually have to pee immediately after pressing.  There has to be a hashtag for this. . . #EffedUpPhysiology  #ThatIsn'tYourBladderStupid  #WhyDon'tWeJustLayEggs?

*  This past weekend, I purchased a new 357 revolver. . I bought it for my Hub.  But, technically, since I bought it, it is in my name.  See how that works?

Yeah.  I am full of random today.  And baby.  I'm also full of baby.