17 weeks and 5 days

I guess I'm tired of hearing myself complain about never pooping, so I'll steer away from that topic this time around. I apologize to you who have weak stomachs and have to picture my morbidly obese self in that position.

Today is such a shit day. I look outside and I'm blinded; where did this snow come from?!

I'm not exactly motivated to run and made plus size snow angels outside, so I try to keep Payton occupied indoors with crafts, movies, exercise (I sit on the couch and tell her what to do), games, etc.

Do you know how long that lasts? We're pushing the second month of this stuff, and what I can come up with is only good for a weeks worth of cold days.

She is constantly telling me, "I'm bored" or "is there anything else we can do?".

No damnit, there is not. My exhausted pregnant body just cannot physically meet this demanding winter schedule. It's driving me insane.

So listen here mother nature, here's my middle finger to you ... and they're BOTH raised. Spring better jump in quick because I'm on the verge of a debt filled drive to Florida.

Without pooping.

:| Sorry.

The last week has been filled with me complaining about lack of sleep as well. I don't know if it's my bed, my floppy body or what; but I cannot get to sleep at night. The toss and turn of the lard from side to side always 'un' makes my bed. I wake up tangled in fitted sheets and comforters.

Last night was different. I found myself falling asleep on the couch, so in slow awkward fashion, I made my way to the bedroom.

When I hopped in, I was out like a light.

Like a shorted out, non-working light.

I didn't wake up for another 8 hours. My bladder was on the verge of popping at the seams, so I'm glad I found a little bit of motivation to run.

After I stumbled into the living room, I found myself on the couch, where Josh let me sleep for another 2 hours.

Life is good today.

:)

One final detail, last night I had cloudy pee. Being a hypercontriact, I google'd that shit.

"Too much sugar intake, not enough water, STDs..."

STDS?! When I read that out loud I looked over to Josh, who laughed.

I guess my water intake had been lacking, because filled with terror, I drank 3 large glasses of water in a row.

Only to piss 5 times...

and 5 very clear times may I add.