soon doo boo haiku

soon doo boo. too soon
do i 'bliterate your broth,
only doo boo left.

Light at the end of the tunnel...

Well, the first tunnel of - like - a zillion apparently.

I'm in the final weeks of my first trimester.  And the fog is beginning to lift.  The fog, that is, of extreme lethargy and bitchiness that had engulfed my life for the past month and a half.

For the past 6 or 7 weeks, I've felt like one dollar (you know, the opposite of a million?).  I've felt bloated, water-retentive, fat, lazy, exhausted, impatient, intolerant, selfish, out-of-shape, cranky, cynical, and disenchanted.  Sometimes all of the above, usually a combination of 5 or more.

I would like to attribute most of my recent "displacement" of emotional and physical self-image and well-being on hormones.  (Much like I'd like to attribute most of my Twilight fanaticism on very early pregnant-but-didn't-know-it hormones too.)  But in the end, there's no excuse for my actions and attitudes of late.  And I feel really bad (finally) for those who suffered most - my husband and my boss.

Of course, I feel a little less guilty since my husband came home last night to tell me he "accidentally" threw his wedding band down one of the A/C vents in his car..

How could I forget...

I don't know what was wrong with me on Friday, but I totally forgot one of my All-time ALL-TIME Cars I Hate::

FORD MUSTANGS

Hate 'em.  I've never encountered a decent driver in a Mustang.