Monday, February 09, 2009

There's a tear in my beer...

Well, not in my beer...because, sadly...no beer. But, I can report that everything you've heard about pregnant women is true. I cry every day, whether there's a reason or not. Sometimes it's because of an actual reason (i.e. story on the Today Show about man who dies and is then brought back to life). Other times, it's because of something...well...less than an actual reason. No orange juice in the fridge? Cry. Out of eggrolls at my fave fast food Chinese place? Cry. The Boy makes dinner? Cry. The Boy doesn't make dinner? Cry. Yeah, it's pretty impressive.

Here's an interesting thing about being knocked up...a group of people I lovingly call The Pregnancy Police (TPP). TPP will let you know, without hesitation, anytime you are doing something "wrong" in your pregnancy. For me, this includes such Sins as:

1. Drinking Diet Coke
2. Using Biore face scrub
3. Taking Sudafed
4. Eating a piece of brie

There's a lot of "Well, I guess it's your decision...buuuuuuuuuut......"

I've never had so many people concerned for my well being. Where was everyone when I was binge drinking and dating a guy who, on his very best day, looked like he crawled out of a dumpster full of patchouli oil and questionable morals??

Oh well. I know people mean well, but...in the words of Tim Gunn...I'm dubious.