Soap Box o' Hate

Or rather, this is just me being a bitch toward people who don't operate like I do.  But, it's my blog.  And I have a couple bones to pick.  If you take offense, well, sorry...kind of. 

First, I do NOTTTTTTTT understand this running straight to Facebook as soon as you find out you're pregnant.  For God's sake, let it be special for just a minute before you start telling friends and strangers alike of your good  news.  Also, you don't know what can happen in those first early weeks.  It is scary and a big deal.  ACT LIKE IT.  And, after the news is finally out, spare me the cutesy daily details of your cravings, what size the thing is now, etc etc.  Have I talked about these things?  Of course.  Do I talk about them every day or every week?  No.  But I'd be happy to talk to you daily about the weird, less cutesy shit.  Like how I almost still need tampons because of my epic nosebleeds.  Or the whole "scare-eolos."  Or anything to do with pooing.  Because that's the reality of this, as the early-goers will soon discover.  I hate rose-colored glasses, but I guess that's just me.

Second, I'm already hearing and reading about wives whose husbands have JUST LEFT regarding how much they "miss their best friends" already.  Ya know what?  I was sick and then BAD SICK here by myself for longer than your husbands have been gone.  Really, a couple days or a couple weeks, and you're complaining already?  Spare me.  And do I know that there are folks who deploy for much longer than my husband?  Absolutely.  AND THAT'S WHY I DON'T BITCH ALL THE TIME ABOUT MY HUSBAND BEING GONE.

Whew, okay.  Now I'm good.  Well, sort of.  It's supposed to be balls hot today - like mid to high 90's, and I am just not ready for that.  I need to get my shit done early - gym and grocery store.  And then hide inside during the heat of the day.  Now, 'scuse me while I hydrate to prepare.  Katie - OUT.