I'm not sure if you have had the chance of living with the new resident guest that I have recently. She's decided to set up shop and doesn't seem to want to be moving on anytime soon.
Meet Negative Nancy. She is close friends with Constipation Constance and has decided to move in for a while. It's bad enough that Constance is behaving like a total spoiled brat and refusing to budge, but Nancy? Ohhhh Nancy. She's decided to infect my every thought, move, lack of movement, outward behavior and attitude. What has my husband/mother/neighbors/friends done to make me lash out at them with short responses and the "I could murder you for breathing" looks that involuntarily come out? Nothing. Yet they seem to be entirely involuntary and oh so pure.
I have to go for an ultrasound tomorrow and a quick hiyahello to the doctor. Think if I tell her she'll give me something? Me neither. I feel a "suck it up, pregnant buttercup" in my future.
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