Where Is My Mind?

Do you think a two year old who can change his own poopy diaper is ready to be potty trained?

Why has my uterus been acting so messed up towards me? I have a uterus that doesn't like having anything inside of it. That was the official diagnosis my doctor gave me.

Speaking of uteruses, they have these new tests you can take starting at 24 weeks that will tell you if you'll be going into preterm labor within the next two weeks. Isn't that the craziest thing you've ever heard? I start the tests at my next appointment.

You know those woman who have terrible pregnancies and are either sick to death the whole time or are on bedrest the whole time, but they keep having kids anyway because pregnancy is temporary but kids last forever? I'm not one of those woman. Pretty sure I'm done after this.

I keep having sniper dreams. I'm usually at my parent's house in the dream and my dad is usually going after the bad guy in his undies. Obviously they're nightmares for more than one reason.

It's my anniversary on Friday (the big S-I-X). This year John gave me an envelope full of cash and told me it was my year to plan. He usually takes care of things and does a mighty fine job of it. I'm horrible at planning special occasions. We're gonna end up bowling, I just know it.

I stole an old lawn lounge chair from my mom's house with the intention of cutting a hole in the middle so I can lay on my stomach to tan this summer (swear on my life I didn't come up with that idea on my own). I just don't think I can bring myself to do it. Me, the girl born and raised as white trash as they come. But how else am I suppose to tan the back of my body?

I've got the restless legs. I think it's because my hips are starting to spread. Wonderful. I need to go walk around now.