I really want a pop tart.

Look, Imma be up front and tell you that I got nothin’. I’m posting because it’s been a while and I feel guilty. Feel free to read out of pity or boredom, but if you’re looking for quality writing, might I suggest this or this?

I’ve been sick with strep throat, a cold and a stomach virus for the past week. Being pregnant really limits the drugs I’m allowed to take. Lemme tell you, Tylenol does JACK SHIT against some real pain. I’m finally starting to feel better, but DAYUM! I’m all kinds of crabby. I still haven’t been officially offered the job I was expecting to get, we’re still broke and it’s still Christmas. I’ve been too sick and it’s been too cold for Maddie and I to play outside. We’re stuck in the house together, feeding off each other’s crabbiness until one of us ends up in tears. It’s an effing laugh riot around here.

In the spirit of trying to look on the bright side, Monday is the big gender reveal sonogram! Thanks to all of your comments, Gerald and I have a nice, solid list of boys’ names to choose from should we see a wee little wiener on the screen.

Maddie and I are going to make fancy schmancy chocolate covered pretzels to give as gifts to her MDO teachers and our family members. She’s also made some Christmas ornaments for everyone, so that ought to go over well. We don’t have a lot of money to spend this year, but we’re giving our time and our love and isn’t that what Christmas is really about? Look at me, all Linus in the Charlie Brown Christmas special.

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