Queen of Rambles

I was sitting here eating my cheese when I noticed my finger was sort of hurting. I looked down, and all the skin from the knuckle was sliced off. How did I do that and not even notice? Of course, as soon as I saw it the pain increased ten fold. I guess I must have cut it while slicing the cheese, so basically it was bleeding freely for at least ten minutes before I even noticed. Weirdo.

I’m so very glad the baby shower is over. I think it turned out just fine in the end. The co-host didn’t actually do much of the stuff she said she was going to do. There was none of her strange dessert and her idea of a cocktail party theme ended up being pretty bland–she just served virgin margaritas. It was definitely a very uneven amount of effort/money spent. But I think everyone had fun and my friend ended up with a lot of really cute decorated onesies so that’s the important thing.

My progesterone poisoning is really ramping up and I am utterly miserable. I can’t even eat most of the bland things I’ve been eating. I’m ready to curl up and hibernate for the next several weeks, but that’s not really an option when you already have a kid that needs mothering. I have a horrible taste in my mouth that won’t go away. I am constantly thirsty, but no matter how much I drink the thirst is never quenched. I just have to keep my eye on the prize. In about three years I am going to have a really fun kid to place with. All this misery will be forgotten. *repeat a million times*

We went to a birthday party yesterday and I missed out on a bunch of authentic Indian food. I did eat a couple of things, but I was so sick I couldn’t eat much.

It was at a local little kid play place, so the kids went and played in the gym with the employees while the parents all stood around and talked. There was another party finishing up and two of the kids from that party totally hijacked our party and were running around, being extremely bratty. The boy was obviously special needs and I think the girl might have been as well. Problem? They were blonde children. Erik and I were the only white people at our party. Thus, everyone kept looking at me and wondering why I wouldn’t go control my two children since they obviously belonged to me. I was really glad when the employees finally figured it out and kicked them out. I guess it’s kind of like that old story about the house guest who shows up and the host’s dog follows her in and totally destroys the house. When the guest leaves the host tells her to take her dog with her, and it suddenly becomes apparent the dog is a wild stray.

One man at the party was really insistent that I try the chickpeas. I really dislike chickpeas, except in hummus, but I finally took some because I didn’t want to be rude. I was scared of them because I could see several sliced jalepenos floating in the sauce. Before I bit into it, the guys wife chewed him up one side and down the other in their language. He came back over to me and told me to be careful because I might think it was spicy. I got a good laugh out of that. I guess he wasn’t really thinking about my tender white tongue.

This is one choppy little blog entry. I can’t focus on anything for more than a paragraph. Bah. I need to go to bed. I need to get some real sleep. I need to quit puking.

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