Thursday, December 15, 2011
No, I Don't Want to Talk
Yah. I'm pregnant. And the only thing I am interested in hearing from anyone, is NOTHING, or, from the really uber-thrilled, "congratulations". That's it. If you're concerned about the population here on planet earth, and you feel that I am personally implicated in the demise of civilization or the ozone layer, shove it. If you're concerned about how I'm going to manage as the sole financial contributor (teaching piano two days a week) with three children, and a severely artistic husband, SO AM I. If you think it might be clever to couch your disapproval with a "gee whiz, THREE kids!!! wow!!!" or a "WHoa! another one!!!", please. Keep it to yourself. And if you feel the need to give me a short tutorial on birth control, you can just go ahead and F*** yourself. Even I know that that won't get you knocked up--heaven forbid.
Happy Freaking Holidays.
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Best...post...EVER!
Love it! and CONGRATS!!! We are expecting our fourth so I think I heard it all!!!!
And my husband favourite response for the "don't you know what causes this?" question is "YES and we LIKE it, indeed we like it a lot!" I don't know how many old ladies faces I have seen changed from all shades of red with that reply, hehe!!!
Haha! Yes!
Consider this an uber thrilled congratulations! :)
And having only planned half of our four children, I get it.
(The money will work out. We've found somehow, even though we can't see how it will, it always does.)
You guys are all lovely. Thank you for your kind words. Sorry I'm such a jerk sometimes. V. tired. All-day sick. Excuses excuses. A Sincere Happy Freaking Holidays to all of you... :)
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