I’ve been having extreme morning sickness so for now you get a picture of a tree. “A fucking tree?!”, you say.
Yep. But not just any picture of a tree. The hummingbird took this picture on Tuesday and I was floored. My 4 year-old has some bad ass photography skills.
Whenever I take pictures, they’re pretty underwhelming. The hubby loves photography so she definitely got the skills from him. One of the only special skills she got from me is burping loud.
We fly out to Maine from San Francisco on Saturday morning and we may have found a house that we’ll look at on Monday in Topsham, ME.
I’ll be back to my regularly scheduled nonsense soon. I have SO MUCH to tell you too.
Like how I went postal on some teens that stayed next door to us in our hotel. And how this pregnancy is kicking my ass. Or how my husband made me bawl like a baby at Target last night because my hormones are going crazy.
The good news? This morning, my doctor gave me anti-nausea medication. Really hoping it helps.
With my first pregnancy, I was sick most of the 9 months. My doctors at National Naval Medical Center in Bethesda, yes, I said the name on purpose, wouldn’t give me shit. I’m pretty sure their motto there is “Suck it up, Buttercup.”
Fucking military doctors.
I should have kicked them in the balls and said “Suck it up, assholes!!”
No, I’m not bitter. Not at all. *snorts*
So, this is already a better pregnancy experience with the little peanut… at least as far as doctors. Now, to find an ob/gyn in Maine. Oy! So much to do!
By the way, I’m pretty sure I’m having a boy. And EVERYONE keeps telling me that. So, it will probably be another girl, which would be awesome because that’s two little hummingbird girls!
Now, I give you “The Tree In The Park With Lots Of Duck Poop Around That Made Me Dry Heave And Say Ewww”…. by the little hummingbird.
I took the hummingbird to my hairdresser a few days ago for a trim and my daughter really wanted a “ballet bun”. When I saw the results, I cried for the eleventh million time that day.