i have gas.
and a headache.
i'm kinda hungry too.

i'm pretty sure i have insomnia because i got no fucking sleep last night.
from midnight to 2am, i was okay because i really wasn't sleepy, so i played some games online and chit-chatted with some folks on AIM while baby girl was getting her boogie on to Prince.
2:30 i was starting to feel tired so i went in the nursery and sat in the rocker for like 20 minutes to chill out the little one.
finally went to bed but i couldn't fall asleep.
i think part of it was because i was sorta kinda mad at Jay because his big, oh-so-exciting news was for him and not for me, but that doesn't really explain every other bight i haven't been able to sleep.
::silently screaming::

anyhoos, stupid, exciting news [part 1]: the company he interned with this past summer has offered him a job after he graduates.

i'm pretty sure normal people would be really fucking ecstatic about that shit, but i'm not normal and him working right after graduation is not what we agreed to. therefore, Mimi is not ecstatic and will not be very pleased with Jay if he takes the offer.


GUESS WHO'S GOING TO THE SUPERBOWL?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!1!!!

one clue:

it ain't me.


part 2 of that big idiot's big, oh-so-exciting news. his dad *gags* just got back from some consulting job with some big shot business exec. big shot business douchebag gave his dad tickets to the superbowl and offered to send his private jet to fly him and whomever down to miami.

big whoopty-fucking doo. i don't give a fuck.
i am pregnant, paranoid, and co-dependent. Jay being gone for a whole weekend, hundreds of miles away, in a city overflowing with gorgeous, non-pregnant women is not very appealing to me. i don't care if it's the superbowl and his favoritest player ever is playing in it. i don't want him to go, so he can't go. end of discussion.
but of course, y'all know it wouldn't be Jay & Meems if it didn't turn into a stupid fight. and like all our fights, it's never really about the actual disagreement we're having. it's about who has the most control in the relationship, which is me. duh. however, i really wasn't in the mood to argue with him so he can go to miami and have a gay ol' time. but when he comes back, his punk ass will be on house arrest indefinitely. he can't do shit but go to school, come home, and go to taco bell whenever i say.

****

had a doctor's appointment this morning. minus baby girl still being on the small side, the little one appears happy and healthy. i talked to the doc about my insomnia but she didn't suggest anything i haven't already tried.
i also asked for a referral to another OB because i'm sick of that wench. my first visit with the new doc is on monday. i was really surprised i was able to get an appointment so soon. i'm not all that stoked about it being a male doctor. i prefer the person looking up my cooter have the same anatomy as i, but he at this point it doesn't really matter.

after the doc's visit, we went to the childbirth class. didn't go very well. it wasn't really the information that bothered me this time, i actually knew the stuff the nurse midwives were talking about. it was being there with a group. something about sharing this particular learning experience with other pregnant couples just rubbed me the wrong way. it didn't feel right. maybe because i'm a selfish asshole. i don't know. i told Jay i'd be more comfortable having private, in-home sessions, so that's where that whole deal is going. do they advertise that in the yellow pages?

Labels: baby business, my love

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