Too happy too early
So I threw up again yesterday. Twice. On an empty stomach. I will spare you the details but it is nothing you want to do for fun. I know the culprit too: Zatarian's Spanish Rice Mix. It's not Spanish, it's Mexican, but I guess around here it's all the same. It has illegal amounts of cumin and chili plus that nasty starchy smell when you boil it. Brrrr .. disgusting.
And I thought I was over all this... especially since my fridge doesn't smell anymore. No, I didn't clean it. Only my supernatural smelling capabilities have regressed to normal human levels. I'm glad about that, don't get me wrong, but it does leave me with this creeping suspicion, that my fridge really DOES smell bad but I can never know because I'm human and my nose doesn't detect it. It's a scary thought. Not scary enough to make me clean my fridge though... hehe.
I bought a few cute maternity clothes over the weekend and now I have the possiblity to "look" cute although I still don't feel it. Well, it's progress.
I've also spent a lot of my mental energy on an online discussion about whether extra-marital sex should be made illegal. Yeah, don't laugh. There seem to be people out there who think entertaining this proposal is a good use of their time. Stupid me tried to show the absurdity of it but soon gave up. I should've known that whoever comes up with such an idea will also be completely unwilling to see the issue from a different perspective.
I have a really low tolerance for religious zealotism and the mixing of religion and government. It strikes me as extremely unchristian. Not everyone though.. and I can tell you, after years and years of my life having always been put in the corner of the "crazy orthodox Catholic" it's beyond weird to suddenly be suspected as a wishy-washy liberal who thinks Jesus was a pansy and there is no sin and we should all just get along. Boy do I like labeling.
As you can see I was wasting my time but see there are very few activities that my pregnant body will allow me to do and none of them involve physical work, at least not for a longer period of time. I'm still after all mainly an incubator, providing my body to a little Souzek who has overloaded me with silly hormones and gobbles up every single thing I eat before I have the chance to use it on...quilting for example.
Oh the sacrifices! That kid better kiss the ground under my feet once it's out! :)
... you bet he/she will, after all that's what children do all the time ;-))))))))))) hehe ... but you can dream of it as long as it is in your belly, at least it can't protest now :-)))))
and: when you think about it, perhaps it would be better to keep it inside forever, this does give you certain power ( a little bit at least :-)))
hehehehe....hihihi....wie wahr...
dora
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Ich versteh die Wlet nicht mehr! Worum gehts in deinem Eintrag eigentlich?!??!?