I want to win the lottery soon.
I’d like to be back in a size 4 the day I give birth.
I’d love my eyebrows to magically start growing in dark so I can stop coloring them in every morning.
I’d like to be super comfortable and far from awkward when I put on heels higher than 2 inches.
I’d like to wake up tan tomorrow.
I’d like to pretend this chin zit never happened.
Oh, haha, hi there!
‘Member how I mentioned in my last post that I told the ultrasound tech that I wouldn’t mind getting a follow-up ultrasound so I could see my little one again? And then I was eating my words ’cause we got the call to come back for less than stellar reasons? Well, it – karma, Murphy’s Law, call it what you will – happened again this weekend. I ate another slice of humble pie. Totally against my will. And it tasted like Women’s One a Day.
My sisters came over and we were talking about our latest pregger symptoms. I made a comment about how I hadn’t gotten sick once this pregnancy and how blah blah blah I’m not all that surprised because I have a pretty strong stomach and can’t remember the last time I threw up, blah blah blah, pregnant woman of steel, bleh. So when I woke up at 4am after falling asleep on the couch, took my prenatal and crawled into bed, then found myself puking my brains out 15 minutes later, I wanted to punch myself.
Oh, did I mention that in the process of realizing the hard way that my toilet needs a good scrubbing that I popped a blood vessel in my eye? No?
Oh ya, I have scary eye now.
So I’m starting to get a little spooked by the fact that things I’ve been saying have been coming true, but I also wonder if I can use this new super power to my advantage……
I’d like my leg hair to fall out and never grow back.
I’d like to reach into my purse and land my hand on my keys on the first try every time.
I’d love the slow-pokeys on the road to all get out of my way on my way to work tomorrow.
I’d like tomorrow to be 75 degrees and sunny.
No, make it 80.
And I’d like baby girl’s heart to be healthy healthy healthy!
Our follow-up ultrasound is tomorrow so in carrying on with the happy thoughts, what’s one thing you you’d love to have/wake up to/wish for? I promise I’ll say it out loud when I read the comments ’cause I’m changing my name to Captain Karma. Or Super Hero Bloody Eye. I haven’t decided yet.