Oversharing Monday

I'm starting this week hoping that it's better than last week.  Last week brought a new stretch mark for each day, and a new reason for me to be entertained by Sundry's post from a few weeks ago.  Seriously: ugh.  Also: ouch!

I guess on the plus side, I finally learned how to spell the word hemorrhoid, which clearly everyone should know.  So there's that.  I also got the joy of buying some disgusting personal, er, toiletries as quickly and discreetly as I could with the self-checkout machine.  

I will admit that quite honestly I had read about this lovely symptom in pregnancy books and online and always thought to myself "ew, there's no way I'm getting *that* symptom."  And lo and behold, made it a full 35 weeks before *that symptom* popped up to say hello.  I was a bit miffed when I went in to see my midwife last week and, while doing my GBS swab all she said was "yup, there's a little one right there."  That's it?  A "little" one?  What do I DO about that "little" one to get rid of it?  No one seems to know!  

Ahem.

In other, oversharing news, I followed up my embarrassing shopping trip with a regular trip to the grocery store where I used a coupon for $5 off a 'his and hers' intimacy enhancer.  Where I simply placed the coupon on top of the box and sent it down along the conveyor next to my toilet paper and my various flavors of activia yogurt.  I think the small grandmother-ish cashier gave me a look when she rang it up, but I was studiously searching for my wallet, so I can't really be sure.  And either way, I guess she figures I had to get in this enormous pregnant state somehow, right?  

So, the week ended with a distinct loss of dignity and the ingesting of several self-pitying bowls of ice cream.  And, evidently, the decision to share my humiliation on the internet.