i'm pooped.
partied late saturday night.
i don't think i've done that since i found out i was pregnant.
i had a great time but i got only three hours of sleep in before having to get ready for the colts/titans game.

you know, J says the tickets to that game was one of my gifts, but i think he was lying.
he bought the tickets a while ago; the fact that the game fell on the weekend of my birthday is just a coincidence.
and my poor baby girl was traumatized again by all the rabid, screaming fans who all deserve to die a slow, torturous death.

my belly button itches.
is that normal?
i think it's ready to pop out.
ewww.
is there any way to prevent that shit?
like, can push it in and put some duct tape over it to hold it there?
i really don't want a retarded belly button.

oh, and that whole "glowing" thing?
i don't see a glow.
i see blotchiness.
but i'll take the blotchy stuff over stretch marks any day.
i will not have stretch marks.
some people are gonna get hurt if i get stretch marks.


the best thing about being pregnant [besides my baby, of course] though is the sex.
the sex is fabulous.
it was great before, but even moreso now with all the bloodflow down yonder.
J can just look at me the right way and i'll cum.
this thing is getting plenty of good use nowadays.
i don't know how we're gonna explain to baby girl she can't play on mommy and daddy's swing though.

i really need to finish this paper.
some sleep would be nice too.
how bout them cowboys titans?
--i refused to spellcheck @ 8:56 PM | |