Yes, people. You saw that right. I....Brittany....have used a naughty word. No, I don't curse normally, because it's just not who I am... and well... it's just nasty and not nice.... but today....TODAY... I feel that this posts deserves a little nasty. Why? Because. I. AM. NASTY.
That's right. Pregnant Brittany is really a very unkind person. Ask my husband.
Why am I unkind? Well...let's make a list:
1) I puke a lot.
wouldn't you be mean if all you did was hug a porcelain toilet? It's cold. It smells bad. and well...it's just plain CRAPPY (ha ha ha).
2) I have zippo energy.
I can't walk 5 steps without being tired. It's sad. I'm not even large and in charge yet, and I am exhausted. Not cool. Makes me mad.
3) I have very little patience for....well....everything.
When I am tired and feel like crud, I have no sympathy for people. I know. It's mean. But you know what? I am suffering and feeling like crap, too. Suck it up and move on people.... Did I mention complainers suck, too? Don't complain.
4) Food is my nemesis.
Enough said. I like to eat. Not eating...makes me mad.
5) When I do eat, I crave bland and gross food.
Again- makes me mad.
6) My husband smells terrible.
Ok. He doesn't really. But whatever crap he is putting under his hairy arms is well... repulsive. Hugging him makes me want to puke. Don't worry...he's aware. He thinks I'm mean.
7) My kids are loud.
Are all kids this loud? Have they ALWAYS been this loud? grr. too loud.
8) Why can't Matty just pee/poop on the potty already?
Changing his diapers... KILLER. I gag and almost puke, every single time. One time... I had to leave his naked little body, so that I could puke. sigh.
9) My house is being neglected.
If you know me... you know I like a clean house. My house...not so clean. Makes me mad.
10) The room is always spinning.
It takes me forever to get from point A to point B. Sometimes this is bad. Do you know what a pregnant woman's bladder is like.... on the THIRD pregnancy? I have very little time to make it, before peeing my pants. This...makes me MAD.
So there you have it my friends. That is why I am a *itch. Grr.