it's not really pouring, but it is raining.
drizzle drizzle.
and it's cold.
i don't like it.

i think baby girl likes her daddy more than me.
i don't feel her moving around that often, but when i do, it's only when he's all up in my face.
i still love her little butterfly kisses nonetheless.

i don't think i pee as much now as i was before.
i was going like 20 times a day.
about half of that now.
but i drool a lot when i sleep now.
that's really weird.
i have to change my pillowcases every day now.

i think i've started to get heartburn and/or indigestion from all the spicy foods i eat.
i'm not really sure though cause i don't know what heartburn and indigestion feel like.

my belly has gotten bigger.
during my talk with baby girl this morning, i had to tell her it's not her i'm yelling and crying at, it's her daddy and the fat.
that man has just about worked my last nerve, but he's got nice dick.
it's the fat i really hate.
i think i'd cope better if the weight was at an even distribution instead of going straight to my stomach and ass.
the moment my thighs start rubbing together, somebody's losing a limb.

i cannot wait for saw 3.
i'm foregoing halloween festivities due to classes and not finding a costume i like, so J and i are gonna go see the movie on halloween night instead.
yays.

i'm starting to stress over my last prenatal test results.
i haven't heard anything back from the doctor yet.
she said it'd take like two weeks to get them back, but not knowing stuff makes me nervous.

because i know you care:
we've picked out baby girl's first name, but not her middle name yet.
it's kinda hard to find one that fits with the first and last name.
the nursery is gonna be pink and black.
her name is kinda edgy so her room has to match her edginess.
shut up.
this weekend we're gonna start moving all of our stuff out of there, get paint, and order the furniture.
the actual painting of the room won't actually start until next week.
i have 3 fifteen page papers to write this weekend and i have no idea what i'm writing about.
i'm such a slacker.

i bought something i said i'd never be caught dead in.
uggs.
they're so fucking ugly but unbelievably comfortable.
J hates them and tried to put them in the trash compacter.
i had to agree to not touch his stupid birkenstocks again to spare them.
it was actually worth it.

game 4 is on.
go cards.
w00t.

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