Mara’s Corner (because she needs her own site)

This new addition to crazybananas dot com is just for Mara so she’ll stop leaving three-page comments that have nothing to do with the post they are linked to, like she did here and here and here.

Update…Scott is talking to me, so the situation has only been slightly damaged. I can’t decide if it is worse to have a good friend not talking to me or to have my ex not talking to me, because it seems that I can’t be okay with both brothers at the same time. Jealousy is a funny thing. I went home with the intention of having some drama happen to make my life seem a little better, but avoided a situation that would have been the most uncomfortably awesome situation in the whole world in order to make it an even night. All I know is that someone needs to invent a breathalyzer for cell phones, it would make my life a lot easier, I have fixed the situation a little by deciding not to have numbers in my phone book that could eventually have severe consequences on my social life if called while too drunk. Problem number one however is that I am a human phone book and numbers, especially ones that I used to dial multiple times on a daily basis are stuck in the old brain. SOOOO…we will see how this experiment goes the next time I decide to go home and want to hang out with Scott. ANYWAYS…off to work.

Too much information

So, I’m going to start this out by apologizing for the lack of writing lately. It basically comes down to the fact that after my work day is FINALLY OVER I am so tired I slip right into bed around 6 p.m. Some days, I’ll realize that if I don’t eat there will be some major stomach issues, but other days I just fall fast asleep within seconds. Party girl is officially out of the office indefinitely.

The other day Trent and I went to our first of what will be many uncomfortable appointments with the doctor. We had to get our first round of tests, pokes, prods, etc. in so we could be sure we were having a healthy baby. Trent decided he wanted to come, which should be a great thing, having the father of my baby actually wanting to be involved in the gruesome truths of pregnancy, but I was a bit nervous.

Just imagine your significant other, sitting right next to you as a slightly overweight nurse feels your breasts. Imagine looking over at him and seeing a little too much of a smile and possibly, just possibly, a wink. Imagine a PAP with Trent in the room. Then imagine him, or your boyfriend, asking all the embarrassing questions that you’ve never asked at the doctor because of the sheer humiliation factor. Some examples: “So, we can still have sex, right?” “Is lubricant safe?” “What types of lubricant are OK?” “Will the strawberry flavored lubricant hurt the baby?”

Dear lord, kill me now.

The Best Cure for Morning Sickness

Suprisingly enough, Ashley Simpson’s new CD, I Am Me. Now, I am not a big Ashley Simpson fan, in fact, I think she’s a total idiot. But I found a free download on the mother of all great celebrity websites, and took a listen. Every time I put the headphones on and turn it up, the nauseous, pukey feeling in my stomach fades a bit. I wonder if this will have any long term affects on the baby…?

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