my husband is scraping grout out of the tiles in the ensuite bathroom. it's a long, tedious job. he does a bit every night and ends up tired and sweaty. i usually watch tv lying on the couch. i realise how lucky i am.
we went out for dinner tonight and i had two glasses of wine. i have one more day of alcohol before the sex starts again. did i mention that i've been having massage therapy because the rampant sex resulted in my left hip being unaligned and the unalignment caused problems with my lower back. massage therapy has been the most painful thing i've ever experienced. i swore, i cried and i tore at my hair and the guy just kept on going. if one more person tells me how lucky i am to be spending my lunch hour on a massage table i will probably punch them. i'm literally bruised for a week and that's the least of it.
i've said it before and i'll say it again "who knew that making a baby was going to be so god damn difficult!"8:38 p.m. - September 28, 2006
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