“This growth spurt has served me well. I can reach things off the counter tops now. Like this huge brick of cheese.”
“Back off. It’s mine. You already had your brick today.
I am starving. Beyond ravenous. And I hate it.
No, this isn’t a post about my ornery toddler. It’s a post about my foul moods as of late.
After calling every insurance company I could find and sadly discovering that no one will insure a pregnant woman who is within nine weeks of her due date, I cancelled my BlogHer registration yesterday.
I have already registered for BlogHer ’08. I am so excited to go to San Francisco and meet all of the bloggers I read and love.
New haircut? Check.