BITE ME inability to eat anything. I'm so hungry and I can't EAT. Everything looks/sounds/smells disgusting.
BITE ME inability to drink anything other than scalding hot decaf Lipton tea.
BITE ME children (I love you, really) for needing to eat (just walking into the kitchen makes me gag), spilling said food (which I have to clean up), brawling with each other and making huge messes when all I want to do is lie in bed all day and not move.
BITE ME husband for saying stupid things. Annoying, obnoxious, stupid things. Not mean, just dumb.
BITE ME Mom for saying "you can't complain about being pregnant, you asked for it." Because I wanted another baby means I'm not allowed to be emotional or complain about any of the horrible symptoms that go along with my pregnancies? Thanks for your support. And, oh yeah...bite me.
BITE ME people that have been slowing down the closing of our new house...since JULY! I'm planning on a homebirth and we're now going to have to start building in the middle of a New England winter, instead of being able to spend Christmas in our new home.
BITE ME excrutiating nipple pain when DS latches on.
BITE ME Christmas and cold weather. I'm too sick to shop and too disheartened to care.