So here I am posting another depressing post. I spent the other night in the E.R. only to find that I have gallstones. What the fuck are gallstones? Well, turns out this is yet another perk of pregnancy. Yay Rah! Now, if I eat any fatty, fried, greasy, or spicy foods I get to have excruciating pain or diarrhea for the rest of my life. Well that really put the icing on my cake. I mean really! Could baby making be any more fun? First getting morning sickness from hell that lands me in the hospital for dehydration. Then, restless leg syndrome that made me repeatedly lose sleep and have to go to bed in sopping wet cold socks out of the sink (You might understand if you have had this ). Not to mention stretch marks and probably saggy boobs when I'm done breastfeeding. I have an inflamed nerve which is very painful that I seemed to acquire during childbirth and now gallstones. I'm almost scared to have another kid. What will happen next time? Am I going to lose a kidney? I love my baby to death but damn. It sure was hard getting him here. Stop!...
I know, I know, count the good things. Ya ya ya I do. I really do and I am thankful for a lot of things in my life but sometimes it seems like denial. I mean it is like someone looking at a broken engine and saying, "Hey but at least this part and this part works." Ya they do dumb ass but that doesn't make the engine run does it. Or maybe a broken bowl that is missing a piece in the bottom. It might be a very pretty bowl and be almost whole but if it is missing that one piece then it is not going to hold anything.
I guess it all boils down to that question, "Is the glass half empty or half full?" Well, if you set said glass in front of me then I would go with half full but when it comes to life I guess my glass is half empty.
