January 27th, 2010 by Typhoid Mary
Filed under Pregnancy
Tags: fetussssssss, look at this motherfucking link, writing
dionaea-house.com
Good shit.
I feel kind of inspired by it. I have a vague idea for a story that I’ve been playing around with for years (trufax) and it never goes anywhere because I get bored with it, bored with the characters, bored with my writing, frustrated, etc. D-H makes me want to do something interactive-like, maybe using livejournal or some other blog service. Mebbe. Sounds like a lot of work and I’m not sure I can commit to making an effort. Plus my story is pretty lame.
We’ll see.
In other news, I’m going to the hospital tomorrow to pick up an information packet on water birthing and other shit and to set up an appointment for an OB/GYN. Allegedly I get to hear the heartbeat at my first appointment and I’m really hoping that my mom isn’t misinformed on this because lately I’ve been having severe attacks of paranoia thinking that the kid is floating around inside of me, dead. No idea where that’s even coming from but I need to hear the heartbeat (or heartbeats, even) so that I can relax just a little.
Apparently my aunt wants to be in the delivery room with me and I don’t understand why. 1) We don’t really like each other, and 2) why in the blue hell would anyone want to be crammed into a room with a sweaty woman shrieking in pain, possibly shitting herself, as she forces another human being out of her crotch? I don’t even want to be there for it myself. Plus I think my mom, my mother-in-law and possibly my husband and sister want to be there for it. I don’t know how many people are allowed in at a time. The only real knowledge I have of hospital protocol re: childbirth is what I’ve seen on that episode of Roseanne where Jackie gives birth to her son. Looks like it’s a good thing I’m getting a packet tomorrow. Anyway. I don’t know. I guess I don’t really care who shows up for it. To be perfectly honest I’d rather be alone, but whatever.
We’ll see.
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January 25th, 2010 by Typhoid Mary
Filed under Pregnancy
Tags: minor irritations, no i won't stop talking about my fetus, posting just to post, scully
My sister stopped by today to drop off some baby clothes for my baby that is only about 10 weeks along. Cute clothes, though, two little blue ones with dinosaurs and pandas. No idea yet if it’s a boy or a girl, obviously, but I’ve already made it clear that I don’t do pink. Except for Scully’s collar. I was hoping to avoid the inevitable WHAT A BIG BOY shit that Maime always got (why I thought this would work when Maime also had a pink collar is beyond me) but not only do I have to correct people about Scully’s gender, I find myself in the constant and inexplicable position of identifying her breed.
IS THAT A CARIBOU WOT HUH I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY IS THAT ENGLISH BULLDOG DRESSED LIKE A ROTTWEILER
God, people are fucking stupid. The first time it happened I thought that surely it must just be an isolated incident, that that woman at the vet’s was just shockingly dim, but no. It keeps happening. All over town. Over and over again. And it continues to shock me.
Anyway. I’m assuming my pregnancy is still doing all right. My fucking doctor was supposed to set me up with an OB/GYN like 2 weeks ago but the fuck he was going to send me to stopped doing it at some point and nobody bothered to tell me anything beyond ‘this is the guy I’m going to refer you to, he’ll call you to set up an appointment.’ Which he didn’t. Calls had to be made to THEM and only then was it revealed that OB/GYN was an OB/GYN no longer. And it REALLY pisses me off because, thanks to a complete lack of thyroid, I really wanted to have this pregnancy closely monitored. But these fucking doctors are so unreliable. Every time they tell me WE’LL CALL YOU WITH THE RESULTS, they never do. I wait a few days, just to give them adequate time to follow through, and they don’t, so I call, and I have to feel like a jerk because I want to know the fucking results of my latest blood test. I don’t go around getting needled and drained just because it helps to pass the time, you unprofessional assclowns. Christ.
I’m having some minor issues (no bleeding or cramping or anything, just some aches and pains) which are probably nothing but I’d really like to speak to a professional and have my fears properly allayed. Oh, but I can’t, because the fucking doctor has to refer me and the people he wants to refer me to are no longer in practice. Not that I needed to be called and informed of this or anything. Of course not.
I should really switch doctors.
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January 23rd, 2010 by Typhoid Mary
Filed under Uncategorized
Tags: i hate movies, posting just to post, RAEG, webdesign fail, wwe
I probably could not hate wordpress any more if I tried. Getting those fucking bitch bullets off the sidebar was such a pain in the ass and now the stupid layout is acting up for reasons unknown, although I’ll hypothesize that it’s got something to do with the massive load on the sidebar outweighing the (currently) sparse wasteland over here in the actual blog area. And there ain’t shit I can do about that at the moment. I could spam the shit out of this, but ugh, I’m just done with this bitch for right now. Figured it out, obviously. Was not what I expected.
I watched Adventureland the other day at my parent’s house and it was not what I was expecting. It’s just, when something is advertised as a comedy, you expect it to be funny, right? WRONG. That movie was just… not good. I like Kristen Stewart and Ryan Reynolds and what have you, but this movie was just a fucking chore. Although it was nice to see Kristen Stewart act. It was slow and tedious and the only character I didn’t want to punch in the crotch was Bill Hader’s. Heder. Whatever. I would actually review except this was the entire movie: I CAN’T GO TO GRAD SCHOOL BECAUSE MY PARENTS CAN NO LONGER AFFORD IT SO I’M MAD. I’LL WORK AT A SHITTY AMUSEMENT PARK TO SAVE UP MONEY. OH HEY LOOK AN ATTRACTIVE GIRL. I AM NOW IN LOVE WITH HER. EXCEPT NOW I’M DATING THIS OTHER GIRL. WAIT, SHE’S FUCKING THAT OTHER GUY WHO IS NOT ME? NOW I’M REALLY MAD. I’M GOING TO TELL THE WORLD. EVERYONE QUITS. THE GIRL IS GONE NOW. BUT I FOUND HER. WE’RE MUTUALLY IN LOVE NOW. AND THEN WE HAVE SEX. THE END.
Not worth the energy.
I’ve also begun watching wrestling again after a long, long hiatus. Which sucks to be me because now I don’t know who anyone is and most of my old favorites have either retired or gone to TNA which I would rather pierce my tits with a nail gun that watch. I had something relevant to say last night but that was last night and I didn’t say it. It is now forgotten. You know who I can’t stand though is Shaemus. Who in the fuck is he to just wander into the ring looking like the Slim Jim guy and Carrot Top joined together in an unholy union and created a mutation and for no reason other than he happens to be largish he is just up and handed the World Heavyweight title? wtf, WWE. So many other and better wrestlers (KANE) have never held that title before and you just hand it over to the Ginger Warrior? Ugh, no. You might as well just throw it on the ground and piss on it for days. It was okay when you did that shit with Brock Lesnar because there was some actual build up and believability. But this shit about HEY LOOK AT THIS MOTHERFUCKING GINGER LOOK AT HIM. HE IS REALLY MEAN AND SO PALE HE’S TRANSLUCENT. SERIOUSLY. YOU CAN SEE HIS BLOOD BENEATH HIS SKIN. AND NOW HE’S THE HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION. WE’VE REWARDED HIM FOR NO REASON HURRAY.
Still hate Bret Hart. Oh god, do I hate Bret Hart. I don’t even know if I’m spelling his name right but I hope I’m not.
I swear to Christ if this layout doesn’t get its act together I am going to find the WP creators, slit my wrists and spray them in the face with my blood.
Dire overreaction averted.
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