They're just bloated

I just have to share this as a follow up to this little prayer.

I hit a pot-hole on Monday and not one of the many tire flattening ones in our apartment’s parking lot.

I doubted the plan today. It happened after reading through some of the MANY blogs in my Google Reader; most of them written by women that do very creative awesome things that I love but when I came across the THIRD girl announcing her pregnancy I almost head-butted my computer screen. I had to reach out immediately to my BFF in all her glory.

Our conversation went as follows over email (with a few minor adjustments):

Me: Can I cry for a sec?

I just want to scream and kick and cry and punch baby kitties.

So a few of the girls that I read their blogs are prego and that's fine and all but I just read that a THIRD girl is pregnant and now I am sad because I may have to discontinue following them since it makes me too JEALOUS!!

Ugh

BFF: Oh that sucks! I'm sorry babe! Pregnant girls suck. Don't think of them as prego, think of them as chicks with swollen feet and bad gas.

{This pretty much was exactly what I needed to hear.}

Me: I LOVE YOU! THANKS!!

BFF: I love you!!

{about an hour later}

Me: Make that FOUR pregnant bitches.

:(

BFF: who else?

Not pregnant though remember... fat, sweating, swollen, gassy, moody, sick to stomach urchins.

Me: you're killing me today

Luvs

*She went on to tell me what I needed to hear and that I do deserve to be a mom someday and that I will be a damn fine one too. She ended with one final reminder: They aren't pregnant, just bloated!

*I want to thank those of you who left the sweetest comments - you're the best and I just love ya!

And later tonight I will hopefully posting a recipe we tried Oscar night. Cross your fingers I can get online.