Ok so it's time to have one of those pregnant lady melt downs I've heard so much about.
First, let me start by saying I don't understand why technology hates me these days. I'm not insane, and I do have more than 1 brain cell, so I don't get why the simple things aren't working. It started with trying to load pictures to Facebook, then trying to update Twitter and NOW, trying to post to my blog.
You see, I don't want it to be in mini-font designed for teenagers with good eyes. Unfortunately, the only other option Blogger is providing me with is made for the blind. My first 2 posts were posted using the "normal" font, which is also what the 2 more recent posts were posted using. See a difference? The Normal displays as Small now, but the Larger displays in type for the blind so I guess, nothing displays as "normal" anymore. And I hate it. It's ugly. It's too small and it's inconsistent. I hate hate HATE inconsistency like this, and I will literally lose sleep. I am about 2 seconds away from giving up on Blogger and moving to a more reliable platform. What's giving me the restraint not to freak out is the fact that there are only 4 people on the planet who ever read this, and I somehow doubt they spend much time stressing over the font.
So fine. I'll drop it. Blogger hates me and I hate it.
That brings me to my next problem - pumpkin pie. I love pumpkin pie and I wait ALL year for it to come out. I've already managed to eat 1 entire store bought pie to myself, and have consumed more pumpkin scones and muffins that I care to admit. So not surprisingly, I was REALLY looking forward to Thanksgiving Dinner with my dads side of the family tomorrow, where I could eat grandmas hand made pumpkin pie! You know, the kind made with real pumpkin and spices, with love and care that you can taste. Opposite of the $13 store bought ones mass produced in pre-frozen pie crusts that use no real butter, but do use faux flavouring. These are also the ones that are so heavily preserved it's hard to know if they are even from this season.
But my family changed plan on me in the last moment, and now I can't go to my dad's Thanksgiving, since they are now having it on the Monday also, and I don't want to mess my mother over like that. So, there goes grandma's pumpkin pie.
Now, it isn't a complete catastrophe. I do get to go to my moms on Monday, and she will make a real pumpkin pie, even though she doesn't eat it. And it will be very tasty. And I will love ever creamy, spicy bite. But by my math, my REAL pumpkin pie consumption opportunities have been cut by 50%, and I'm not impressed. Sure we're in a recession, but I refuse to cut back on pumpkin pie the first and only time I've ever been pregnant during pumpkin pie season.
I want some mother effing pumpkin pie, and damnit, I'm going to pout.
Finally, I just came home from work to finish off the bottle of super tasty chocolate milk I impulse bought yesterday, and I've decided it wasn't enough and I want more. Now.
So that's my first pregnant lady rant and freak out. I am not satisfied. And I don't know if I ever will be, unless Blogger smartens the fuk up, and someone makes me a goddamn pie!
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I started this blog in an effort to track my experiences with pregnancy and beyond. Writing is therapeutic. Kind of like talking to myself without the people in WalMart thinking I'm crazy. If you find some entertainment in this along the way, then even better!
This is one woman's journey through unfathomable hunger, vivid sex dreams and a bulging belly...from conception to birth in 9 months or less...