You can keep going to thatonegirlwho.blogspot.com and it will redirect you, or you can just go to http://www.mysocharmedlife.com and come here directly. I may change from blogger eventually, so you might want to get used to the new domain (all 5 of you reading this).
I’ll be changing things over the next few weeks as I have time. It annoys me that it doesn’t give it the emphasis that I want. It’s My so Charmed Life, not MY SO CHARMED LIFE. Stupid blogger.
I think it’s going to be some variation of charmed life. Which one has yet to be determined. I have decided to register it before I go to sleep tonight.
I briefly considered an almost charmed life but… analmostcharmedlife? I think not. Problem 1 -it’s too long. I’m trying to get away from wordy blog titles. Problem 2 (which is much more important) I do not want to have anal in my blog name. When you read it it kind of looks like this:
The wordiness issue is what has me thinking my so charmed life. Do you think people will see that it’s tongue-in-cheek? Or will they think I’m an asshat? Whatever, doesn’t really matter. It’s my blog.
Now I have to decide if my name is going to be Season or Angela Chase…
I need suggestions people. I hate, hate, hate my blog name. It was supposed to be temporary until I could figure out what to use. It’s been like a year now. I went ahead and got seasonblogs.blogspot just as a back-up. I came up with these 3:
Misha came up with imnotimpressed, but (of course) that is taken (and unused).
Ideas?
I don’t feel like death anymore, but I don’t quite feel better…
I was going to go in to class today, but I’m still dizzy. I don’t need to leave for another 30 minutes still, so I’ll see if I feel okay. I have to go in tomorrow, so I figure I should probably take it easy today.
In the early evening yesterday I started feeling a little queasy. I was bringing laundry in and Misha said “Are you okay? You don’t look very good.” (thanks BTW) around 7:30 or 8 I started throwing up and it just escalated from there. I was throwing up about every 30 minutes almost all night long.
I’m not throwing up right now (sheer will) but I have really bad stomach cramping, am nauseous, tired, and flipping back and forth from burning up to freezing. It’s either the left over Chinese I had yesterday for lunch or the norovirus. Whatever it is I feel like death.
Now for some cuteness:
Doesn’t like it when Mommy studies
Yes, yes, I know I always stress myself out before an exam, but this time I have real reason to stress. Last semester I was taking a very interesting class called Modern France. It was French history from the Franco-Prussian War to 1981.
I must admit that it was one of the best courses I have taken in college. (Outside of all of my French Revolution courses!) The professor was awesome and I really enjoyed the class. I got a 90 on the mid-term exam, not great, but okay.
We took our mid-term exam really late. It was on October 23rd. The next class day was the 28th, which was the day I found out I was pregnant. Then things went slightly downhill. The HG set in soon after and the notes from the classes I actually managed to make it to are very scant. After November 17th I only made it to two out of six classes.
I have the review sheet, but I have no clue what any of it is. It’s all a little stressful. I want to/need to do well. I’m going to spend the next couple of days studying and just hope for the best. Wish me luck!
I haven’t been blogging about baby stuff because there isn’t really a point. We’re still trying, but nothing yet. I pee on sticks for 10 days every cycle. Then I start peeing on sticks at the end of every cycle only to have disappointment. I know it will happen when it happens, but fuck. That is really draining.
Someone I knew at my first high school sent me a message on MySpace. She’s pregnant. I was really happy for her. Then I continued reading…she’s due on July 9th. That means in 3 months she might be giving birth to her little girl on the day I was due to have my baby. Something about that crushed me.
I’m excited for her (honestly, I am) but I can’t help myself. I’m throwing myself a pity party. I want to be pregnant. I want my baby. I don’t want to have had a miscarriage. I want to be complaining that I am huge and can’t fit into anything. I want the excitement and anticipation back. At the very least I just want to be pregnant again. This hurts and it sucks.
Now please pardon me while I go pee on another stick.
A few pictures of Zoë trying to pretend she’s nice and sweet.
My friend Frances is going to participate in NaBloPoMo (national blog posting month) and the topic for April is growing up. It got me thinking about the things that have made me grow up.
We all have events in our lives that change us. Sometimes it is something small, other things are major. Everything that we do or happenes to us impacts who we become. I’m going way back into childhood for this one.
This will be very brief, no or little elaboration. I really do need to go back to studying.
I’m sure there is more, but this is what I thought of after reading the post Frances had.
Don’t expect many updates for the next month. Between classes and Zoë I don’t have time for anything else. I’ll try to post pictures of Zoë when I have time.
My so Charmed Life 