Apparently, I made this blog not so I could keep in touch with friends easier, or to meet new friends, or to give myself something to do in all that free time I have.
I made it to embarrass myself, in every sense of the word.
So today's chapter starts with this description:
I got Chinese food for dinner tonight. We have the best little restaurant just down the street, but they don't deliver...and this is okay with me, because they're that good. So I drove down there, placed my order, and the nice man handed me my styrofoam cup and receipts: one receipt being from the register (he assumes we write these things down somewhere). The other receipt has your order on it, plus your order number (which doesn't make much sense because they don't call out the number when your order is ready).
Well with my wallet, my debit card, my purse, and now all these things, I have no hands left over, so I drop my receipts into the styrofoam cup, and juggle the rest until I can get over to the counter where the soda fountain is. Then I think, "Damn! I better put my register receipt into my wallet so I don't forget to enter it when I get home". Then I laugh out loud at the thought, because it's a pipe dream. Then I grab the register receipt anyway, and tuck it into my wallet, which I then tuck into my purse. Then I grab my styrofoam cup, fill it ¼ full of ice, and fill it full of Mug Root Beer. Top it off with a plastic lid, and voilà, you have the perfect fountain drink for pregnant women (okay, so it wasn't diet Mug Root Beer, but they didn't have anything caffiene free and diet, so I chose the lesser of two evils).
It's not until you get my food, get into my vehicle, and start driving down the road to my home that I realize:
I. Left. The. Other. Receipt. In. The. Styrofoam. Cup.
Moron.
I believe this is what's called Placental Steal Syndrome, and I had severe cases with my previous pregnancies...I think I'm in for it this time too.
And you'll be pleased to know that as soon as I got home, I dumped half my perfect fountain drink for pregnant women into a glass, until I could reach the Completely Intact receipt and fish it from my styrofoam cup. No paper ingestion for this gal!!
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PSS---Placental Steal Syndrome.
Yup, been there, done that x 4.
Just got done watching the outdoor memorial service for the Kirkwood victims on Fox. I read that the mayor had 2 surgeries and he is in critical condition. My prayers are with him and his family and your husband, for you can't help but be affected when you work for the family involved.
Oh, do I remember the horrors of having my brain fried by pregnancy hormones! I just wanted to wear a sign to let people know that I wasn't ALWAYS that crazy.
It will get better, promise. In about 4 years. Just think! You only just recently emerged from it with Jacob and now... well, you know the rest. ;)
Lists. Make lots of lists. That's my friendly piece of advice of the day.
Are we really sure these are pregnancy hormones? It really is in line with you; day to day scattered brained behavior...
I love you honey!
Giant City State Park is in Makanda, IL, right outside of Carbondale, about 2 hours southeast of St. Louis.
They serve "family style" chicken to die for...they just keep bringing the chicken and side dishes until you tell them to quit.
Oh man, I'm sending Michael to your husband....he is about to "history" me out this weekend...he's glued to CNN right now about the caucus/primary results and alternates between CNN and The History Channel...thank God he has a sense of humor that won't quit or I'd have to deport him. lol Hope you're feeling good this weekend.
Gosh! I was on the edge of my seat till the end of the story!! I envisioned you pouring the soda out into the sink to get the receipt, and that just wouldn't do for a pregnant lady!!
Since you poured it into another glass, i guess your brain isn't as addled as mind... and I'm not pregnant!
Enjoy!
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