Innocent bystanders beware!

Psycho chic is in full swing today.  For those of you who haven't read Belly Laughs by Jenny McCarthy, I highly recommend it.  In any case, she so aptly describes the life of a pregnant woman and all those things that no one really talks about.  For example, a pregnant woman now has three people occupying her body.  Her normal wonderful self, her new little baby, and this other person from another dimension who rears her ugly head at anytime no matter the phase of the moon.

Well, it is 11 am here in Sherwood and psycho chic is blossoming.  I don't know if it's because today is the first day I'm off anti-nausea meds (or trying to be) or what, but everything I look at in my house makes me want to scream.  Even the things that I know are my fault like the massive piles of dirty clothes everywhere (remember my talent for undressing in several rooms), the piles of peanut butter cracker wrappers, animal fur, dust, the pile of dirty dishes, the food splatters all over the place from Sam's cooking, the disgusting microwave, and the list goes on and on.  At least psycho chic has made it possible for me to get up off my butt and do the dishes, clean the stove, wipe the counters, and even shower today.

I just pray that I don't assault a poor soul at Walmart today when I go to buy diapers for a friend's baby shower.  Apparently pregnancy is in the water around here.  I have six friends that are pregnant.  I round it out to seven pregnant women all due between February and July.  And there was no collaboration among any of us about getting pregnant.  It just happened this way.  That's the beginning of Saturday in a nut shell.  Hopefully, things will calm down as I realize that in a few days all of this mess will be 100% my fault and I'll have no one to blame.