You all are so damn right, as usual. You all with your words of wisdom are no match for my emotional outbursts.
Thank you for the reminder that I signed up for this crap. I so did.
(Which, by the way, is partly why I am bitching and moaning and flinging myself around like a fucking ninny. I just got on board, people. I've been doggy paddling around the ship for a while, so being on board is a new and fragile feeling. The Shit Commentary sent me into a fit of despair mostly because I am -- remain calm, wildly inconceivable information coming your way -- a small quivering mouse inside about impending parenthood. How dare these people mess with my delicate high??)
Thank you for your war stories. They are preparing me for the worst of what I'll hear...and I am so grateful for that because there is nothing I loathe more than thinking of the knockout comeback three hours after the fact. God I hate that.
And thank you for reminding me that it will take more than a little old lady with mental incapacity to bust my damn bubble.
Bubble intact. Onward.