Me.
And I guess that includes my husband, too, since he's the guy I've been fuckin' for 9 years.

Sheesh.

I'd like to send out a HUGE CONGRATS to Cara on the birth of twins! Yahoooooo!
I'd also like to send out big hugs and a wish for a speedy labor to Janet.

I've had a rough week.

First, I find out about this foreign mass lodged in my belly. (Which, incidently, isn't a baby... Which, incidently again, would be the only foreign mass lodged in my belly that I would welcome.)
Secondly, my daughter has the Strep. 104 degree temp for three days- and it only dropped down to a manageable 101 with Motrin. But she's getting better now.
Thirdly, I spent most of Thursday in the hospital with my mom, who thought she was having a heart attack. When I arrived at the ER to meet my dad, my mom was PASSED STRAIGHT THE FUCK OUT with a very low BP and pulse after her third Nitro pill. I walk in to three nurses and a doctor huddled around her, pushing drugs to get them (her pulse and BP) back up. For a few minutes I thought I was gonna lose my mommy. But that all turned out ok.

I'm on my 6th straight day of work, and I have one more to go. I'm fucking tired.