Yelping is just warming me up to get back to Blogger...

LOLcats are my only saviors. 

I've basically been away since Thursday, January 7th. Richmond for the weekend of the 7th for the field hockey coaches convention, home for a day and a half and then to Atlanta for the NCAA convention all of last week. I haven't been looking forward to coming back into the office because I knew I had about 200 emails in both my personal and work email inbox waiting for me to sort through it. I also knew there were a few blogs and a TON of yelping I wanted to catch up on (I've been eating out for the past 12 days, after all)...not to mention all sorts of online banking that needed to be done since I decided that this would be a good month to switch direct deposits.

In the past few hours, I got through it all and I supposed that it's time for me to head home...except I don't feel like going home since I know I'll have house-type work to do. I don't feel like going anywhere, really.

I'm in a funk today that's getting worse as I type and I'm sure it's because I didn't have many interactions with too many people since many of my gchat friends had off for MLKJr day and I was on email inbox clearout 2010...and the interactions I did have was spent dealing with rumor patrol with one of my teams.

I start lacrosse in just one week...I start the final eight weeks of my masters degree Wednesday- and I fear I won't get to enjoy the last three/four months of my pregnancy before Fancy gets here because I'll be wrapped up in all of this. My weekends are booked solid for months, I'm planning my own as well as my sisters baby shower and I kind of just want a beer.

In the 171 personal emails were about a week's worth of TMI "what to expect" kind of emails and now I'm afraid of getting hemorrhoids and I don't want my hands to go numb or tingly and the self-diagnosed symphysis pubis dysfunction (SPD) isn't getting any better- basically it feels like I got kicked in the crotch every time I walk, go up stairs or get out of the car...but apparently it's normal... and I feel like the broad on the right.

I'm hoping briefly writing about this junk will snap me out of my self-induced funk but...just as I never know how to respond to my friends blogs when they're having a rough day since I don't want to say the wrong thing, I'm sure that will go the same for the people who glance at this...so you have a free pass.