GAWD IT'S EARLY!!!! Before 7 AM. I had some weird ass dream last night where the Polar Express train kept trying to run me over in my bed, and then I ate a shit ton of donuts. Now I can't get back to sleep.
Yesterday was my pregnancy 6 week mark. Yesterday I also woke up feeling like I had the shit beat out of me. I was also really sick, like I was barfing in my throat every five miutes. Yuck. The heartburn sucks too. I never had morning sickness with any of my kids, and now I think I have it enough to make up for the past pregnancies.
Oh, my Nook is scheduled to be here today, a day early. I'm just glad I don't have to worry about it getting here the day I leave for PA.
OH! The night before last, Daniel opened the window to cool it off in here, and this diesel drove by. Well, I was half out of it, and this fucking truck was so loud that I thought it was driving through my bedroom window! I almost ducked and covered! I thought I was gonna die.
Okay, so the drunk dial. I have a habit of keeping my phone on silent, and I also shut off the vibrate on it so when it rings I don't hear it. Well, Friday evening we were picking up Koby, and we stop at the gas station. I checked my phone while Daniel was paying for gas, and I saw I had a missed call and voicemail from my Mom. Right off the bat, she didn't sound right. She starts rambling about the house and how it's messy and you can just tell she's drunk. Her words are so slurred! I find this hilarious, because out of all my years on this earth, this is the second time she's ever called me drunk or been drunk around me! So, I call her back and I can't understand a damn thing she was saying. She would talk about how she wants me to be happy, then she would get all mushy and cry. Finally, I just let her go and I think she drunk dialed my cousin. I wish I could post the voicemail on here, because it's funny!
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