Fuck It

At this point in pregnancy, I am hitting the full on I just don’t care factor. Too many times I am faced with some first world problem and say “fuck it”. Basically, I can get away with it because people feel sorry for me. Here are a few:

There are no parking spaces ANYWHERE near my office…I’m parking visitor.

fuck it
I dress myself based on which Target sports bra is clean.

fuck it
If I get a stain on my shirt, half the time I don’t even bother looking.

fuck it
That lego WAY over there.

fuck it
I put my purse on the floorboard and now I need chapstick.

fuck it
I am starving and want deli meat.

fuck it
You said that defect wasn’t “super urgent”?

fuck it

O we are out of decaf coffee?

fuck it

I accidently got out 2 Wagon Wheels instead of 1?

fuck it

Running while almost 39 weeks pregnant will probably ruin my back but it will cause contractions…so….

fuck it

11 Comments

  1. Fuck away my friend! Wait… that may have been what got you into this mess in the first place! I meant flow freely with the “fuck it” attitude. I believe that attitude is reserved for 9 month pregnant ladies and people 90 years old. I’ll be sharing your sentiments come January. But for now I’m in the, my-stupid-clothes-are-uncomfortable-but-the-maternity-clothes-look-redonky-on-me phase. Oh yeah, and the I-can’t-control-my-stupid-hormones phase. Here’s hoping Dolphin is gearing up for coming out! 😉

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