Week 13: Drama sucks! And other stuff…

12 weeks, 4 days.

It’s been a not-particularly-great week. As I’ve alluded to in the past, there was drama coming from one quarter in my life (marginally dealt with using my patented To Hell With That Shit ™ system – it still bugs me), and there’s now more coming from another quarter, and frankly, I’m pretty much tired of all of it.

It’s sort of amazing when other people’s issues start to overshadow the joy of the pregnancy, and I’m going to do my damnedest to stop that from happening anymore. It may sound selfish, but this baby and my husband are more important than any of that crap, and I think I’ve decided I’m just about done with all of it. It’s hard enough being pregnant without supportive family nearby, and with this stuff, well, bah. Drama queens and kings of the universe, I just don’t care about you anymore.

In better news, my energy has started to return in the last couple of days, so much so that I could barely sleep last night. This coincides with the end of my German class, which hopefully means I’ll have more energy and time to get the house in order (and my own crap in order), and get back to work on my own stuff. I need to start taking care of some parenthood stuff too (I want to start going to La Leche League meetings, etc) – I guess, since we’ve effectively made it to the end of the first trimester, I can start allowing myself to officially be pregnant Which means I’d better announce it finally to our friends – bad me hasn’t been too good about that so far.

So anyway, life is mostly “yay!” with a side order of drama, which I’d like to return for an order of, say, macaroni and cheese right now. Damned cravings… get me everytime.