|You know you're pregnant when...
||[Nov. 17th, 2004|05:54 pm]
...you flip out when you can reach your boyfriend by phone once, but after having to hang up prematurely, you are unsuccessful in reaching him again.|
...you get mad at him for not bringing your freshly declawed cat straight home, instead leaving him in the car's backseat at his dad's property.
...you get upset and frustrated with the dog, because she acts like an invisible electric fence is forcing her to stay inside the living room, and won't come to you when you say "Come here" to take her for a walk, and acts like a fucking wimpy cowering dog who hides in her kennel.
Oh yeah, I failed a 1 hour glucose test (to check for gestational diabetes). I don't understand why, as I feel fairly decent physically. So now I have to take a 3 hour fasting glucose test. :\
When I finally got a hold of Hsiaokwai, I berated him for not bringing the cat home immediately (I was frustrated with everything by this point and took it out on him)... and he got mad, and I hung up. So when he got home, he sent me off to Wendy's to "make it up to him". One of my managers looked at me like "What in the hell"... I said in defense "I came here against my will!" Heh. He took one look at my shirt and said "You know, you are 6 months (pregnant) now" (inferring I should wear shirts that cover my growing belly), but I just threw on whatever to leave the apartment. Then he said "Your husband sent you out huh". "Yeah." "*snicker* At least you're obedient." "-_-;"