A Week's Gone By Already?

So I'm still peeing all the time, and I have become a charter member of the "I Am Not Bulemic Yet I Vomit Everyday" club.

Oh but there is other BIG news....no pun intended. My boobs have now reached catastrophic size. I'm talking industrial bra size big. I'm talking Pamela whats her name has nothing on me big....I'm talking it looks like I'm walking around with two watermelons in my blouse, big. And they haven't ceased being painful either. I can no longer comfortably sleep on my tummy. It's a good thing I don't run because I'd seriously injur myself.

Being that I've had this massive boobie explosion, I am pretty much ruling out stomach cancer and a strange bladder disease. And I have now congratulated Gareth and his super-sperm! Oh, he seems very proud of himself he does! But lets just trade places Mr. Man with the super-sperm. You spend your mornings, afternoons and evenings (who was the mo that titled it "Morning Sickness", I'd like to poke their eyes out!) with your head hanging over the toilet, you spend your waking hours doing the pee pee dance in an effort to run to the nearest bathroom, and you - Mr. Man with the super-sperm, YOU deal with boobs the size of Texas, and you Mr. Man deal with raging hormones and mood-wings that make Martha Stewarts tantrums look tame!

Oh speaking of mood swings...I am SOOOOO emotional. I get angry at the inane and stupid, and I cry so easily. I was watching something on TV earlier today about dogs being rescued from horrible situations and I went through a ton of tissue and I still have puffy swollen eyes. I can't even watch happy stuff where families are loving and kind and shiny without crying.

Gareth gets in tomorrow afternoon. I hope he enjoys this!!!!!