This Is When I Really Need a Drink

I stole this from another pregnant woman, and I’m sharing it here because it’s so true:

“It is the world’s worst cosmic joke that a girl cannot have a drink when she is preparing to become a new mother, as this is arguably the time when a girl has most reason to put on a light buzz from time to time. ”
-Suburbia

I got started early this morning. Taking it little by little, I think today might be the day I finally put a coat of paint on the nursery walls. So far I’m still frigging TAPING. So much trim…so little room to bend over. I’m also wearing my pregnancy back brace while I do this to protect my muscles, which further decreases my bend-over area. It’s slow going.

Let me digress for a moment. I am now in this hellish Desperate Housewives world in which I can totally see what goes on at my neighbors’ houses all day. And for the past two weeks, I have observed gardeners coming and going at each neighbor’s house. But does OUR gardener come to OUR house? No. For 2 weeks the man has not shown up to cut our grass or even use the foul leaf blower. My husband will not fire him. I could fire him (girl power!) but I feel like it should be the husband who does it, you know, a man’s thing.

However, if this keeps up, my head just might split in half and pour forth the wrath of the ages as I lose my pregnant temper and tell him where he can stick his blower unless he comes regularly and CUTS OUR FRIGGING GRASS DAMMIT! (Those of you not living in such a warm climate, you are lucky. Except you have to shovel snow.)

P.S. You all know that I don’t really use the word “frigging.” I’m euphemizing to protect the innocent and my mother, who is the only person who regularly posts comments on this site so she’s the only person I really believe reads it.