So I have had some odd dreams lately. The other morning I had a dream that I was with my friends. They all went into a club/bar to have fun but told me I had to stay in the car. Then I noticed that my friend's husband got a nice, new car. It was awesome. But it was another Dodge Stratus. Which made me wake up giggling.
This morning I had a dream I was pregnant. Probably due to pretty much every person I know being pregnant, and the fact that I ate more than twice yesterday so I felt incredibly fat when I went to bed. It was weird cuz I could SEE my belly getting bigger. Very odd. And disturbing. I wish I had ice chips at home, too, cuz that's what I eat at work all night to stop me from going down and eating like 50 PB&J sandwiches haha. Plus it keeps me hydrated cuz I sweat my ass off all night rolling around old people. They are NOT easy! Most weigh around 200 pounds, it's dead weight that at the MOST will "help" by pushing against the wall when you try to roll them towards it.
On a separate note, I feel like I am at the end of my rope with the children. If this is what twins are about.... I am glad that my chances of having them are almost non-existant! Of course, the chances of me having ANY children gets slimmer by the day.... but no more will be better than two more at once!! Unless boys are easier, I dunno. Maybe they don't whine as much. They for sure won't fight over dolls. I've also decided no future children will have ANY blankies or stuffed animals that they carry around. In the bed only or I will light it on fire in front of them. I will make them throw the match! I'm pretty sure that's what's going to happen to all of their toys. Just like it's going to happen with their toys. I am sooo tempted to gather them all up, put them in a HUGE pile, throw on some gasoline, and make them watch as all of their toys melt/burn into one big plastic pile of sadness. Then they won't have ANY toys to fight over! All they will have to play with is each other and their imaginations! Which I'm sure Goob would prefer, as she prefers to just play by herself anyway. I can't wait for the weekend, I finally have a night OFF for the weekend and the girls will be gone! Plus it's the... wait for it.... BARRON COUNTY FAIR!!!!! I am going to eat everything. I am going to put the vendor's kids through Ivy League college! I am going to have to dabble in bulemia for a weekend! Okay not so much the last one, I hate throwing up. But I probably shouldn't eat until then. Which I am really trying to do. Not only can we not afford the food (the girls are going to eat us into the poorhouse haha), I can't afford to keep getting fatter and fatter. I'd work out more if I didn't have such a physically exhausting job!
So I haven't received anything in the mail from the doctor yet. They usually send appointment reminders. If they got rid of my OB/GYN appointment then I am going to have to wait until damn near CHRISTMAS to get in and then I might just take my uterus out myself. I got my period 3 times in June. THREE!!! And the last one was super bad. I actually almost passed out at Lovah's family function one weekend. I've been waking up feeling weird, getting light-headed a lot. I know I know I should eat more if I'm borderline hemmoraging. BUT I don't bleed fat, so my vitamins and tons of water will have to do. I'd gladly handle passing out every day if it meant I didn't look like a beached whale. What I CAN'T handle is the pain, which is getting worse. I'm not losing another ovary. I can't lose both, as I would like another child (or two. Boys only). Plus this is my first year with no surgery or pregnancy/birth since 2004 so I'd like to keep it that way! Eight holes in my abdomen is more than enough! Lucas jokes he's going to play connect-the-dots sometime when I'm sleeping. I hope not! I figure it'd look like a star, if you were to connect them all to my mutilated belly button.
Ahhhh problems problems. On the plus side: I only have one more Friday night then my weekends are finally mine!!! Well, every other anyway. Which is more than I've been getting! So hooray!
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