Captain Me Planet

August 20, 2006

Long time,

Filed under: shout out, #4, whatever

no write.  And today won’t change much.  BUT, I just had to come by and say I’m still considering myself on break, as I am still queasy, very tired, and just plain creatively at a loss.  If you are one of the 3 people who stop by here from time to time, hi.

#4 seems fine.  In the 13th week, the end seems far, far away.  2 U/Ss seem normal.  More can be told in about 6 weeks.  More importantly, I’ve started obsessing on how large I’ll be at the end of this thing.  Wah wah wah, I know.  It’s just that I’m nearly bedridden with the extremely low level of energy I have, and have no nutritional balance whatsoevah…a couple of weeks ago, all I could eat was biscuits and gravy, 3 or 4 times a day, everyday, for like, 3 days.  I’m telling you I have muscle atrophy already.  Another, just oatmeal cookies.

Oh well.  It is what it is.  Maybe I can inquire about this little thing called a c-tuck… 

July 6, 2006

Wow. That was short.

Filed under: drink, food, I think, #4

I felt I had to vent, already.

Who are these people? 

The ones who say they’re so sick in the beginning of pregnancy.  I’ve been surfing pregnancy sites.  And forums.  And some say they can only subsist off strawberries, watermelon and cucumbers…oh the horror of eating too much fruit or too many veggies.  Better watch the weight there.  Don’t wanna overdue that.  Put the radish down, and step away from the produce stand.

I’m not that sick now.  Have been, with other pregnancies.  Now, I just wanna lay down, maybe gag a bit.  Keep drinking and eating to keep the worst at bay.  But what do I feel goes down best?  Barbecue sandwiches…the smoked pulled pork and Carolina sauce kind.   Maybe a cheeseburger.  Creamy potato soup in a bread bowl.  And eat the bowl.  Um, taco dip with tortilla chips.  Cheddar cheese sandwiches.  Heavy on the cheese.  I made a meat lasagne.  It was good the first night.  The leftovers make me wanna hurl.  Parmesan risotto yesterday.  Same story on the leftovers.  And for the baked potato salad from The Fresh Market.  With cheese, chives, and bacon.  Hey.  Dug it on the 4th.  Threw the rest out last night.

Not only is it fatty, but it’s wasteful.  

I’ve tried fruit.  Veggies.  They just aren’t doing it for me.  Make me gag more.  Plain crackers?  They’re too plain.  More gagging.  A chocolate milkshake wouldn’t be bad.  Real Coke with sugar, for the soothing bubbles?  Too sweet.  Diet Coke with toxic rat killing aspartame?  Pretty good.  So what about doing what your body says? 

This cannot be good advice in all cases.  Up till 3 days ago, I still thought wine for with dinner sounded good.

 

June 27, 2006

Mission Improbable

Filed under: #4

The Squad is expanding.  Private #4 due to arrive at the first of March.

Duties to include, but are not limited to: pooping, peeing, crying, squirming, boob-seeking, smelling delish, and over-all being yum yum.

Current intel does not yet have the details of #4’s gender role.  Tentative recon plans include a sonogram at date yet to be determined.  This may then be revealed.

Classified documents on Operation Private Four are now being made public.  Please see 4tops, if interested in background detail. 

In the meantime, The Captain will proceed with Operation Mission Control Remodel and Relocation.

Whew. 

 






















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