Heat Stroke

The heat is no joke.  This is like the 500th day of +100 degree temps.  I feel bad for all the homeless puppies out there as well as my husband (who works outside as a carpenter).  If you see a stray dog cruising around, pick up, give it some water and rub its ears for at least 10 minutes.

Our grass is dead and our flowers are somehow managing to remain alive.  I water in the evenings (the flower beds) to keep things going however, Chicago needs a good 5 days of 75 degrees and rain.  Not a downpour-- a slow, steady rain.

A few items I'd like to highlight in today's blog:
1.)  Road Rage Brought On By Pregnancy
2.)  Swollen Appendages
3.)  Bi-Polar Disorder While Pregnant
4.)  Generous Friends

2.)  Swollen Appendages

This is a sensitive subject for me.  My twin sister and I suffer from sausage fingers.  Since birth, Carrie and I have always had Hobbit hands.  Not the long, piano playing and graceful digits of Adrienne Petersen-- Monforton Paws.  So, if you throw in 34 weeks of being with-child = triple sausage deluxe porky fingers.  Now I know what Greta Fat Pants must feel like.  I tried to pull on my cowboy boots this morning (which are normally a bit big)..... that was a complete joke.  After (literally) losing my breath performing this lightly cardio-like activity, I gave up.  My feet are officially puffy.  So, flip-flops are what it is today.  Good thing my toes are in good shape and are nicely polished.

1.)  Road Rage Brought On By Pregnancy

Apparently I have road rage.  Never one to deny my fiery temper, I haven't really ever classified myself as a person suffering from road rage.  I get annoyed when chics put make up on in the car while driving....  I get annoyed when people use the Left Lane (the FAST LANE) to take a Sunday stroll.  I get annoyed when people dilly-dally through Green Arrows.  The usual stuff--  Pay attention while driving, and its all good in the hood.

This morning was something a bit more fierce.  At least 3 times a week (I know, I'm fat) I cruise through the Dunkin' Donuts drive-thru for a toasted Sesame bagel with Reduced Fat cream cheese.  $2.26.  No problem.

In front of me was a lady driving a Ford Fusion/Focus/4-door somethingorother....  a broken tail light (one of my pet peeves)...  She ordered her item and SLOWLY pulled through (when no one was in front of her).  Paying for her item quickly, she then INCHED forward and PARKED.  PARKED HER FUCKING CAR.  So, not only was I unable to get to the window for my amazeballs bagel, I couldn't even move.  The chic BEHIND me started honking....  Then I gave the chic in front of me a courtesy honk.  Nothing.  Crickets.

I finally rolled down my window (here is where the road rage comes into play) and yelled "Move the fuck up."

The lady moved 2.5 inches.

I got my bagel and proceeded to drive AROUND her.  What the fuck.  Seriously?  A drive-thru is not the place to balance your checkbook.

4.)  Generous Friends

Kathleen Dell'Aquila dropped off a laundry basket full of toys for baby Willis on Wednesday.  Apparently, she and Peter (her hubby) are done in the baby department.  Personally, I think they should have one more because their kids are so stinkin' cute.







Payton (left) is the younger of the two however, bigger/taller than older sister Addison.  I call Payton "Wicket" because she is fluent in Ewokenese and lives in the trees.

3.) Bi-Poplar Disorder While Pregnant

It's true that emotions run high while with-child.  I see my therapist once a week and every time, without fail, I come home upset about something.  The most recent visit left me in tears for the entire night.  I think this week's meltdown stems from a place of fear-- I'm getting nervous about delivering and all that goes into labor.  I'm scared.  No joke.