Boring is as Boring does

I have decided that I have become the most boring person in the world. This is really a shame, because I swear I used to be fun. As I sit here and try to think of what I can blog about (because that is my only source of entertainment during my boring day) I can only think of really boring things, such as:

How much I dread going to work. Not that it is that bad, but just because it is boring. I work with some pretty boring individuals. They, of coarse, think they are interesting, but I have tried these past few months to get it and I don’t. I think they are starting to figure that out because I think I am becoming the outcast.
How crappy sleeping is. It has turned into hard work and it sucks. It takes forever to get somewhat comfortable, then I have to pee. My husband wants to shoot me because I pull on the covers right at the moment he is falling asleep. And I have to completely wake up and lug my whole body around like a hippo to turn over on the other side. Then I have to pee again.
More crap about tv because that is my only source of entertainment during the evening. I could talk about American Idol and how unbelievably horrible some people are and how scripted Paula and Randy’s “fight” with Simon was. Or I could talk about Lost and how I was disappointed that the entire episode was about Charlie. I am kind of sick of the Hobbit. And how Anna Lucia sucks. But all I ever do is talk about tv and I am afraid the few fans I have are getting sick of it and may drop me fast.
The fact that all I think about these days is, LABOR. Ok, so I try not to talk TOO much about pregnancy, but quite frankly when you have this monstrous belly protruding out right in front of you and preventing you from doing anything normal (like tie your shoes or go to the bathroom), you find that it is hard to keep your mind focused on anything other than the impending future that this alien inside you is going to want to come out. Add that to serious cramping and feelings of false labor and you understand that this pregnancy business is no joke. I have always thought that I wouldn’t be one of those pregnant women that goes into the hospital like a zillion times “thinking” she is in labor and they just send her home. I thought, that is just annoying for the hospital and for the woman – to have to go home literally empty handed. Now I understand how that can happen.

So, for all you friends out there, I am sorry that I have become so boring. I just can’t think of anything interesting or funny or witty or controversial or even informational to blog about. I am afraid that I am doomed to be boring until something dramatically different happens in my life. And then all I will talk about is poopy diapers and how I miss going to work to talk with adults. It’s a vicious cycle, but that’s what life's about right.