you're really trying my patience.
it would be in your best interest to stop it.

anyhoos....

busy day.
i had actually planned on staying in bed to recuperate from yesterday, but nothing i do ever goes as planned.

got up early this morning to go to the doctor for my test results.
it came back normal which is great cause i was really starting to worry aboutthe possibilities of baby girl being born with some sort of birth defect.
i had another sonogram just for shits and giggles.
besides her still being smaller than the doctor would like, all is well with baby girl.
yays.
she's a wiggly little thumbsucker.
i don't really like the thumbsucking cause it means she'll probably need a pacifier, which i absolutely abhor, but i'll get over it.
J pissed me off during the visit.
when the doctor said i needed to gain some more weight, he goes "well, she's already put on a few pounds in the past two weeks. how much is she supposed to gain overall?"
as if i didn't feel bad enough, he's like "she's gotten fat already, does she really need to gain more weight?"
he says he didn't mean it the way it sounded, but why does that asshole never think before he starts talking?
ugh.
i cry when it takes me more than ten minutes to find something to wear, i don't need to hear him talking about how much weight i've gained and how much more i need to gain.
so, afterwards i made him stop at krispy kreme to buy me half a dozen chocolate donuts which i massacred in, like, 2 minutes.

we went to look at paint samples and finally got the actual paint.
i swear if one more person asks me why i want my baby's room to be pink and black, i'm gonna stab them.
it is not YOUR baby's room, it's mine.
fuck the fuck off and do what your fucking job, not pissing me off.
but yeah, we got the paint.
i'm not really sure when J's actually painting the room with it being football season and all, but he has about 3 weeks before the furniture arrives to get it done.
i'm gonna have so much fun bossing him around while he paints.
i'm very much looking forward to it.

we went to subway for lunch and the "sandwich artist" didn't wanna make my sandwich because i yelled at him for not putting enough mayo on my sub the last time we were there.
little bitch.
just do what i say and we won't have any problems.

and you whores.
why didn't y'all tell me getting waxed was gonna hurt like hell now that i'm pregnant?
i was actually in tears because it hurt so bad.
and i get brazilians so i had to endure a lot of ripping and waxing.
i do have that totally rejuvenated feeling down under now.
who wants to lick my giney?

oh yeahs, we finally decided on baby girl's full name today.
*zoe nichelle* J's last name.
everyone i've told so far has been pretty indifferent about it.
i don't know if that's good or bad.
well, everyone except my little brother.
when i told him, his exact words were "but she ain't all the way white though. why you gon' have that black ass lil girl walking around with a white girl's name?"
i got a little offended because my baby is not black.
she's human, first and foremost.
and she's multiracial.
she's actually more white than anything else, but she's definitely not black.
my baby girl is gonna be the most beautiful mixed baby ever.
be jealous, bitches.

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