i am SO. NOT. loving ...
the fact that stella most possibly has fifth disease ... which on it's own is a little rash, highly contagious ... treatable at home ... but is not-so-good for a pregnant mama.
which means that i have to go and have blood drawn to check my antibodies for fifth disease ... and i've been told i have hard-to-find veins.
and that the nurse on the phone line which took 45 minutes to talk to ... said antibIodies ... which feels like an incorrect pronunciation of the word. and she had a lateralized strident articulation pattern.
i don't love that cora has been crying all morning. about things such as ... mommy saying that she can't put a diaper on a stuffed monkey ... or ... she can't eat cereal with milk on it in the living room ... or ... we all need to get in the shower ... oh ... and now i can add ... because she isn't going to the doctor's office with us ...
i don't love that husband is gone on a day like today ... when i really feel like there needs to be 5 of me.
i really wish that there was some chocolate ice cream with peanut butter cups in it in my freezer right now.
that i just realized yesterday during a sorting adventure of our basement storage ... that the baby boy clothing that was so wonderfully handed down from good friends ... was from a baby born in late spring ... and consists mainly of summer-ish clothing. and now i need to scour the world for baby boy clothes that don't make me nauseous. (i don't like footballs either - i am going to be a crappy boy mama).
i don't like my hair. especially the fact that my consistent go-to-hairstyle is a ponytail ... because i look dumb in a ponytail right now.
that there is one-more-day-of-fun at the farmer's market (or at least that's what the sign says) ... because honestly the last few weeks have sucked BIGTIME. rain. wind. snow. freezing ass cold weather. not my idea of fun.
that snow is coming. with much more consistency than was plopped down on us last week. and we haven't even gotten an awesome display of fall color yet.
the fact that maternity pants are made for women 5'10" and taller ... and i have to roll those suckers like a student of the 80s in order to not get the bottoms of my pants wet in the never ending saga of puddles and snow.
i need new bras.
i would like to eat ice cream and cookies for breakfast lunch and dinner ... but i'm pretty sure that's frowned upon while raising children because apparently there are more food groups that i'm missing and my children need to learn about all of the food groups.
i forgot to take out the recycling. and why the hell do they come at dark o' thirty in the morning? because my brain hasn't turned on yet at that time ... and i ALWAYS forget.
hmmm ... was that enough complaining for today? must. stop. now. so that i can actually accomplish a glass is half full attitude before 10 this morning.