Poor me.

I can’t have wine, so I am going to whine instead. Here are the things troubling me today:

1) My dad just spent 5 hours in an Italian hospital. He was dehydrated and is doing fine now. All I want to do is give him a hug, which I can’t do because he is too far away. Even if he were home, I couldn’t give him a hig because Florida is also too far away.

Every other whine seems insignificant compared to the first one, but I shall persevere:

2) When I was pregnant with Claire I got lots of pampering…foot rubs, concern, things done for me etc. This time around, I am getting jack.

3) My head hurts. It’s been hurting since about when I found out I was pregnant, but it hurts the most right now.

4) I can’t fit into my regular clothes and I am not quite big enough for maternity clothes, especially the shirts. Which, brings me to another point…why do all maternity shirts seem to have little cap sleeves? They only serve to highlight the fattest part of the arm on a regular day; why would I want to put my upper ham hocks on display while pregnant? I bought a man’s shirt because men, apparently, are still allowed to have actual sleeves.

5) All the maternity clothes were much cuter when I was not pregnant. Now that I am, they are all disgusting.

6) After hours and hours of trying to plan a vacation on the beach, the plans, days, number of people (and dogs) kept changing and now our only option is a cheapo place “across the street” (we’ll see what that actually means!) from the beach because the nice place that we could afford and that was big enough and that was on the beach and that allows dogs is booked. If anyone complains when we get there (besides me, I am allowed) I am going to go check myself in to the Hyatt. A simple “thank you” from anyone for the effort I have put into this vacation would be nice at this point.

7) Work is hard. Wah.


OK, so things could be so much worse…perspective and all that…I get it. Generally speaking, I am very lucky.