... Then it doesn't matter.

“One day Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree. Which road do I take? she asked. Where do you want to go? was his response. I don't know, Alice answered. Then, said the cat, it doesn't matter.”

Modern Warfare & Lime Soda

If my husband invested as much time in learning about pregnancy and babies as he does playing Xbox, he could deliver this baby.

I currently have no job.  (Which makes my husband the only social contact I get in the run of a day…) I was put out of work around week 14 due to a shity back, and violent workplace.  So for the last three weeks I’ve attempted to keep myself busy and sane…

I made a cleaning schedule; I’ve taken up cooking meals for myself rather than buying take-out all the time. But… three weeks in, I've exhausted my new role as housewife and have decided I need a new hobby.  Preferably one that is very cheap to free, and doesn’t involve cooking or cleaning…

On a lighter note:  I have come to the conclusion that I am still much to selfish to have a child… 

Don't Push The Jogging Button

I don’t like jogging.  For the matter I don’t like exercise…  BUT!  I want the option to jog if I was to feel so inclined to.

Do you know, that when you’re pregnant they give you a list of shit you CANT do…  (Unfortunately for me sex wasn’t included on that) A few of the items on the ‘no’ list include, jogging, horseback riding, four-wheeling and kickboxing. Today I feel like jogging… but I can’t.

I think when someone says you can’t do something you automatically think, screw them… I'm doing it.  The infamous don’t push the button cartoon…

Post one.

So…

I'm twenty-four and pregnant…

SURPRISE… yey me! 

I'm mildly disgruntled about the whole process of ‘being pregnant,’ lemme tell you… it’s not everything that it is cracked up to be.

This was my husband’s idea (the blog), he is sick of listening to my constant moaning...  Not just about being pregnant but everything... 

Turns out pregnancy causes another condition; spiteful cynical bitch.  Who knew?

Side Note:

I am happy that I am going to be having a baby, just not happy I have to endure pregnancy for 9 months and then wreck my lady bits in a violent outburst of life… that’s fair right?