when i told dave tonight that i'm miserable and don't want to get pregnant again after this, his response was "you might want to write that down".
i said "ok, i know it wasn't easy last time, but i don't remember it being this bad. was is?"
he said "um... it was bad".
why in the world would this man agree to go through this again with me when he actually has a memory.
- i should possibly look in the mirror before leaving the house. my sister is so sick of seeing me unshowered, with bedhead, in pajamas in public, and my motion sickness wrist bands that she has taken to calling me "owen wilson". oh, not popular movie star working owen wilson, the just got off "suicide watch owen".