Yuppies and Yankees and Minivans - Oh MY!!!!

Okay - so I couldn't find anything to pity myself for. I just want my baby now - that's all. Instead, I talked to my parents. Then, I realized that I really don't want to go downtown with the yuppies - not that my parents are yuppies. (They are not. It's just all these danged Yankee yuppies that are invading the land. Or the weirdos who have been contaminated by the yuppie culture phenomenon.) I tried desparately to get my hair cut today. No good. Then I went through a batch of nausea - flashbacks to early pregnancy that, I am told by my grandmother (a baby expert) are normal at the end. Now, I am blogging and I will go to the gym and read on the treadmill. By the way folks, if you can read, you ain't really working out. But at least it makes me feel better. I will probably end up blogging again this evening. I want to inflict punishment on my readers with my cheesy stories of poodles and mayhem. Just remember - you've been warned.