30: Posts completed (however worthlessly) in the name of NaBloWhatever
5,476: Times I swore that I would “give up the damn ghost, already” and stop posting every day because it was a gigantic pain in the puckered pooper.
0: Times I actually didn’t publish something of some worth, and without (I proudly add) using the cop-out Post Pictures of my Kids posts that I do so badly
1: “Awards” won last year during NaBloWhatever
1: Day blog was down last year during same month due to some technological problems I don’t pretend to understand or care about.
0: “Awards” received despite having won one last year thanks to blog breakage
2: Thanksgivings celebrated, with or without requisite good cheer.
0: Times people mentioned caring about lack of good cheer, leading me to believe that Chubby and Surly is the way to handle all holidays.
1: Thanksgiving celebration canceled due to inclimate weather.
357: Meatballs consumed happily by yours truly during our White Trash Thanksgiving
5: Different doctors seen this month, thereby rendering me a Freakshow of Epic Proportions
89: mg/DL result of glucose tolerance test suffered through at 29 weeks pregnant.
12: donuts consumed within a 36 hour period, that had I not had a mouth available for that purpose, I might have rubbed all over my body, which makes the results of my GTT even more amazing.
5: bloody noses that nearly sent my pathetic-y freakshow ass to the ER for cauterization.
2: shirts that I have left that cover my huge self, leading me to actually have to purchase additional clothing despite the fact that barely have 2 months left of my pregnancy and don’t plan on requiring them again.
1: time I had to Mark All As Read on my Google Reader in order to regain my sanity.
2,377,976: approximate amount of spam messages that I had to moderate before tossing them ruthlessly to wherever deleted blog spam goes. Blog Spam Heaven?