I am a total bore.
*holds up hands*
No, really, I am.
I want to write something stirring, or lovely, or melancholy about the upcoming shift in my family, but I just can’t.
I’m all out of words, at least the good ones. I wrote three columns, an essay and two sidebars for publication yesterday and the well is, like, so very, very dry.
Even worse, nothing new happened here today.
It was the same as every damn day, which is, I suppose, for the best. Mr. C went to work. The Poo went to school. I went to the OB.
I did find out that I have to go the the doctor twice a week between now and when I give birth – one visit I will get a limited sonogram, and the other will include being hooked up to the fetal monitor.
Yippee.
I did finally find out why it feels like there is something stuck underneath my ribs on the right side of my body.
And that’s because there is a very large, human FOOT stuck underneath my ribs on my right side.
That’s it. That’s all there is to see here today.
Wendy’s tweet that she feels like some bloggers are getting fewer comments rang true for me, if only because I am SO FUCKING BORING right now. I am even BORING MYSELF.
So do me a wee favor, eh? Leave me a comment? Delurk? Tell me something funny, or tragic or interesting or just plain NOT BORING.
Because people. I am NINE MILLION DAYS PREGNANT. My husband is leaving for ITALY WITHOUT ME in 10 days. My MOTHER-IN-LAW is coming for TEN DAYS. My RIGHT FOOT is SWOLLEN. My mom and sister are at Indian Neck Beach WITHOUT ME.
And I know there are FOUR HUNDRED of you out there. Can we push me over the 100-comment mark?
And I am SO FUCKING BORED.
Entertain me.
Pleaaaassseeeeee?
*whines and eats a WASA cracker*
PS – If I get to 100 comments, I’ll send No. 100 a Starbucks card. SOMEONE should be able to have a FRICKIN’ LATTE. DAMN DIABEETUS.
***EDITED****
Instead of sending a card to No. 100, I’ll choose a winner at random. That seems more fair. XOXOX
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Hey, you hit a hundred before I got here – congrats!
I have nothing amusing to say because I’m still too sleep deprived. Soon, I hope.
Something interesting:
Last weekend my mom got part of a chicken taquito stuck in her esophagus for 7 hours, requiring a trip to the ER (for which I was there the entire time), anesthesia and surgery. Good times.
Well I’m boring to. Except I’ve separated from my husband (which is good), bought my own house, and went back to work full time with two children under the age of 4 all in the matter of three weeks….boring – I’ll take it any day of the week.
I never find you boring. I, on the other hand, am dreadfully boring. So. I guess that’s it.
I’ve been riding on the coattails of guest bloggers for a week while on vacation–they were so awesome I may have to take the summer off! And be boring!
Loving the latte promise…
I am the ultimate in blog boring I have figured out. I get less then 20 comments on any given post and you get over 100 I am SOOO boring
Delurking to say if you’re boring after knocking out all those assignments in one day, I don’t know what that makes me when all I did yesterday was take my kid to the playground and read a book while he napped.
And I was nine months pregnant at this time of year two years ago, couldn’t got on my New England vacay and thought when peanut was overdue that I would be the first woman to stay pregnant forever. It will end…eventually. But I feel your pain. You’re in the home stretch.
Oh dear. Mark my words and listen carefully: ENJOY BEING BORED WHILE IT LASTS. This newborn business is rough. For real.
I still maintain that pregnancy and writing do NOT go hand in hand.
But, hey, as long as you’re writing about something, you’ll keep those 400 readers. Me, on the other hand…well, if I expected 100 comments, each one of my readers would need to comment TWENTY FIVE times. Sigh.
Oh dear. I am due with my boy a week after you, my daughter is just a few months younger than your Pooh. And I too have that sense ennui that I cannot put into words. Mine may be the result of trying to write boring medical supply copy… at home I want to be ’stimulated’ at work, and at work I can only think about what I could be doing at home.
Oh lovey, you are not boring. It’s your hormones playing tricks on you. I swear, every week before I start the rag, I think I’m the worst blogger to walk the earth and I should dig a hole and live there. And hey, you did break 100! I’ve barely broken 50.
I think comments are down because it’s summertime and people do odd things like get out of the house and away from the computer.
I know it’s Yankees that do these odd things because the heat won’t melt their skin away as it does down here in L.A. (lower alabama) Once the west coast got out of school this month, I noticed a drop in my comments. At least that is what I tell myself. I’m sure in 3 weeks, I’ll think it’s because I’m the worst blogger to walk the earth again.
Haha, you stink. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten 100 comments on one post.
You are just that cool and entertaining. Look how many people are still reading about trips to the OB. I’m fascinated and cannot wait until baby 2 comes.
Usually I am OK to bring the funny. But today I got nothin’. But 100+ comments? damn.
Its comforting to know others are getting less comments too. Was starting to wonder if I’ve become that wierd kid in class who smells funny…
I’m sorry that you are bored. I’ll be begging for advice on my brand new blog over the next few days. And it will be in regards to my future MIL so feel free to vent.
I have been having a little writers block over at my blog too. Boring= boring!
I’ve been commentting for you! Hang in there!
Better late than never, huh?
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