Monday, May 18, 2009
I get a case of the dropsies now and again. But ever since the invasion began the dropsies are visiting way more frequently and way more seriously. It's getting to the point I think I may have Lou Geric's disease or something. I cannot hold anything in my hand for more than say, five minutes, without it falling. The only thing I can figure is that maybe this baby is growing so fast that my body is confused and thinks we are back in the teen years. Which delights me. I mean, those, those were fantastic! As if the hormones, weight gain, break-outs and all the rest wasn't great enough nothing like adding being the world's biggest klutz ontop of the mix just to spice things up. But I'm considering wrapping duct tape around my hands because if I keep dropping stuff I may just lose it and go all crazy white girl on the world. Ok, ok, so at most I'd like scream into the pillow, but let me have my fantasy for five minutes or so eh? Before I drop it.