AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

So my day has gone to hell in a hand basket. Yup, nearly fainted at work, had to admit to being prego and got lectured for not saying anything sooner. Joy, then I go, clean out my old car, that has a bum engine (with a hole in it) and put it all in my new car, go through all the hassle of paperwork, plates, tiltes, BAH! Then make it to my doc appt, to be told Sorry docs in surgery, but you can see her nurse, no big, I like her nurse. So while waiting Sam wakes up, cuz he konked out on the way there and says mama I gotta pee, so I roll him into the bathroom (in his stroller) and pull him out, to find that he is sitting in a puddle of pee, oh joy. His pants are soaked, his stoller has a puddle and I have to get back out there to wait for my name to be called! I strip him, tell him to pee more and start mopping with paper towels, then I put a THICK and I mean THICk stack over where the wet spot is/was (less wet by tons) put Sam back in the stoller and cover him with my coat, tell him he has Got to stay still or everyone will see his wee wee, and head back out, just in time to hear my name called by the nurse. See her everything is fine, got my perscription for anti nausea meds, leave and puke in the parking lot. Oops.

I then call my friend, who does not anwser, so I call her sister, because by God someone is going to see my shiney new car today, go get my other frind, find out first friend is at 3rd friends house, are you confused yet? Cuz Im getting there, take 2nd friend to see the other two and the 3rd ones 3 kids. (by this time I rememember that there is a box of clothes in my trunk for Sam that I just kept forgetting to take upstairs (THANK YOU GOD) and put pants on Sam when we get to our final stop. Sam then acts like a maniac, which is fine at first 3 yr olds tend to run through the house together giggling, no big, then he steals toys away, then he gets into things, then they play tummy doc (I'm thinking they were doing the doppler like at ,my appt, but they decide friends oldest needs to have something taken out of her tummy and go for a knife, A KNIFE! what in the work are these kids thinking?! Where did this come from?! So I lecture them this is bad, Sam you know better than to play with knives, ect, I am getting tired, and nauseous, and decide to take Sam home, half way there the check engine light come on on my car and I have to limp home, when I get there it kinda smells like plasic is burning, WONDERFUL! So now I'm back with my dad's truck while he tries to figure out my car, and I gotta say he had BETTER do that before he goes driving it around for his work, cuz I'll kill him, I will, prego hormones are rampaging angry right now and if he blows my new cars motor I'm going homocidal. however you spell it. Sigh. Ok rant done. I think...

Now I am off to bed and so glad that I have 4 cloth diapers for Sam because I forgot to throw his other ones in the dryer. I have the 4th and unused one waiting for him to sleep in while the others rewash and dry tonight. Im just glad my super bad day is almost over, only thing left now is to clean the tub, which I threw up in while peeing the other night, it was full of my bath water as I had just climed out of the tub. So I thought it would drain with the water, i was wrong, I think that was a chocolate doughnut I ate....