Labor of the Complete and Total Opposite of Love

Ugh.

I have been doing nothing but boring, essential bull shit for the last two days. SOB lost his cell phone, so guess who had to spend an hour on the phone with Verizon trying to deactivate the damn thing? And then when some woman named, I kid you not, Pocahontas found it this morning, guess who had to get it re-activated? Oh and my OB doesn't really accept my insurance any more, so I had to cancel my appointments, get my medical records, and find a new OB. All of which means I have to deliver in a not-quite-as-nice hospital that is much further away! And I had to call a bunch of lawyers because our condo association representative (who's name is being withheld only because we are thinking about filing a claim at the Fulton County's magistrate's office) is being a wretched whore's-vagina-face (trying to not be too disgusting) and refusing to return my phone calls.

And then? After all of the calls have been made I sat down to clear my head. All of a sudden it occurred to me that my baby boy is going to be one year old in ONE WEEK! How did this fucking happen? This was me one year ago!

I need a drink. Damn it!