i'm writing this right now cause i can't sleep.
i'm sleepy.
i just can't sleep.
my nose is all stuffy.
my back hurts.
i can't stop coughing.
it pretty much sucks.
i was hoping baby girl would do her wiggle dance to entertain me until i fell asleep but i think she's already sleeping.
she gets that from her daddy.
her ability to sleep, that is.
i should go wake him up and make him go get me a mcflurry.
hmmm...maybe not.
he's a had a long, stressful day.
i should let him sleep at least until midnight before i wake him up.
i've become a boring person.
not necessarily because i'm pregnant.
even before then.
i think i've gotten too comfortable with the way things are now.
there's really nothing exciting [besides my bestest baby girl] going on in my life.
not long ago, i was this bitter, angry girl shoving coke up my nose every day waiting for someone to give me a reason to punch them in the face.
every day was an event.
i was so much more interesting and entertaining when i was completely reckless and didn't give a fuck.
i'd probably be dead now had i continued on that little road, but it's really awkward for me being in my current state of possible contentment.
i can't say i'm a completely different person cause i'm still pretty fucked up, i guess i'm a bit more controlled now.
nah, not controlled.
not as extreme?
i don't know.
what was the point of this?
oh, i can't sleep so i'm blogging.
my left pinky toe itches.
haloscan has not been very compliant with me today, so i haven't been able to comment there.
but thanks to y'all who like my baby girl's name and the pink and black nursery idea.
all women, of course.
i'll post some pics of my buddha belly and the nursery once it's finished.
eventually.
don't hold me to it though.
i just love the people who read this shit and rarely or never comment, yet they're here fifty times a day.
like my canadian stalker with the IP address 24.79.30.57.
makes my innards all warm and fuzzy.
no, wait, that's indigestion.
i should probably lay off the salsa.
i want a toblerone.
and a #6 from wendy's.
and some dick.
and sleep.

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