content challenge

Vomitola strong-armed me into a content challenge. Now I have to post. She has an infant (only I think she is calling it a wolverine these days), but I have a three-year-old and a parasitic alien. Let the half-assed post wars begin!

These days, I am still puking. And now I get tachycardia and lightheadedness when I walk across a room, up stairs, or pretty much anywhere.* There is a stop and shop behind my building, and yesterday I had to rest several times on the way there to get eggs. The other day I collapsed in the elevator in my shrink's building, and then puked all over the hallway there. So don't expect much from me, Internets. You're lucky I'm giving you a second glance, dammit.

So, how about that war we're brewing up with Iran? Sounds just like what we need right now, doesn't it?

* Yes, I have asked my midwife about it. She assures me I am not dying. "Just really bad pregnancy symptoms," she says. And I plot how to make sure that I am never, ever pregnant again.