i have two major tests tomorrow.
neither of which i've studied for.
i've become the ultimate slacker.
senioritis fa sho.
hovering over the toilet every damn five minutes isn't motivating me at all either.
i don't know why it's called "morning sickness".
it should be "bitch, you better not have anything important to do cause you're about to get really familiar with the toilet."

J's being a fucking leech.
while i absolutely love how caring and nurturing and concerned he's being, i really wish he'd stay the fuck outta my face for a few hours.
really, until now, i never knew how fucking annoying he sounds when he's breathing.
i'm just like 'grrr, why are you alive?! go away! LEAVE!'
i know it's just the hormones and if he didn't pay me any attention, i'd cry hysterically, but fo reals, i need 2 feet of space.
any closer and i just might stab your heavy-breathing ass.

as much as i'm looking forward to new changes headed our way, i'm a little agitated by it.
i've worked my ass off this past month to get my body back to the way i want it and in a few months all this sexiness is gonna be rolls, cellulite, and stretchmarks.
ugh.
what is we gon' do?
J and his acidy sperm.
that shit ate through condoms before; i guess it thought the pill was candy.

i'm so not ready for this shit.
i can't be pregnant.
i have too many fucking body image issues, among many other issues, for this shit.
i freak the fuck out when i gain one pound, how am i gonna deal with 30-40?
50?!
i'll die if it's twins.
i'm so fucking selfish.
i'm a horrible mom already.

Labels: baby business, my love

--i refused to spellcheck @ 11:43 PM | |