hi lovelies. how ya doin?

i'm doing okay. it's been a long weekend. i'm pretty tired. kinda sick. baby girl is doing her wiggle dance on my bladder.

the weekend recap:

friday night, we had some FRIENDS over. omg! people i like do exist! Jay thought it would be nice for me to be social with someone besides baby girl*, so we had a small set.

small set: 15 people max.
large set: 40 people max.
big-fucking set: infinite number of people allowed.

our sets are invite-only. so, if you don't get a text, the person next to you does, and you both know me, you're not that special. maybe next time, since we rotate people. a few of Jay's friends are actually pretty pissed at him because they didn't get invited. i don't really give a fuck because i don't like those douchebags.

anyhoos, it turned out pretty nice. baby girl put on a one-baby show for the crowd. i don't know if she was kicking to the beat of music or if she was ready for those bitches to stop talking to her, but she was STOMPING in there. the only way i can describe it is, make a fist and hit your open hand with the fist. she may be small but she's kicking ass.

everyone was talking about my boobs being huge. Jay wasn't too happy with that. i didn't really care. i'd be surprised if people didn't say anything. i was barely a B pre-baby business and now i'm a full D. and they look so perky.

there was one girl who kept saying "Awww, you are SO pregnant!" like everytime i did something. at first, it was because of the way i stand and walk-- arched back and all.
she said it again when i was leaning on Jay and told him i was kinda tired when he asked how i was feeling.
then again when i was in the kitchen eating some buffalo wings and cookies. i couldn't take that shit anymore so i snapped and was like "Bitch, know how pregnant I am! I'm due in 8 fucking weeks! SHUT UP!"

i was annoyed by a few people insinuating i'm a gold digger. they asked about my new car and i told them Jay bought it as a graduation gift. and they started singing the hook to that stupid kanye west song, "now i ain't sayin she a gold digger/but she ain't messin wit no broke niggas".
i'm not easily offended but i was offended by that shit. for one, i didn't ask for that car. the car i already have is just over a year old. second, Jay can't buy me anything i can't buy my damn self. i'm with Jay because he's hot and hung, not because he has money. duh.

besides those two incidents, i really did have a good time catching up with my friends. and they loved my food. people complimenting the food i cook makes my innards all warm and fuzzy.

after the mingling and dancing and whatnot, we played Taboo. it started out great. everyone was having a good time until the competitiveness kicked in. things got a little hostile.
it was the last round, it was my turn to be the giver, and all we needed was a point to win. just by chance, Jay and i were on the same team.

the word: touch.

so i go, "Jay, you're accosted for doing this to me dozens of times a day!"and he goes : "TOUCHING YOU!"

we win! yays!

someone from the losing team got very angry and started going off about how that's not fair because the clue was directed at one person and we're a couple so we have the advantage and blah blah blah and threw the damn timer at me. before i could say or do anything, Jay pounces on the kid.
it was funny, but it wasn't funny. i hate it when Jay gets into fights because i don't want him to get hurt or go to jail for hurting someone. but just seeing that boy leap over the couch and the look on that kid's face while Jay was mid-air was fucking hilarious. plus, they were all drunk. and drunken fights are always a fun way to end the night.

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yesterday, Jay went to the v@ndy/ole miss game while i went to get all girlified with a couple of my fags who are looking to fill the position of "favoritest fag".
is that bad? i love them all but there can only be one favorite. my current favorite lives across the country and doesn't plan on visiting again until the summer and somebody's gotta do my hair for free until then.

i hung out with my goddaughter for a couple of hours. she has a cold but still so playful and sweet. she'd lay her little head on my belly, look up and go "baby?", and giggle. it was so cute. but then zoe was like 'fuck this shit' and kicked her in the face. not a direct kick, but she's packing a mighty punch.
Loo wasn't all smiles anymore.
in fact, she screamed.
and scared my baby.
and i wanted to choke her.
but i didn't.
i hugged her and let her give me nasty kisses. seriously, it was nasty. she sneezed and snot spewed everywhere including my face.
no chuck e. cheese's for you, lady.

what else.....
i don't remember.

i took a nap. i had a really weird dream about something but i don't remember it. i do remember it was weird though.

had some sex that didn't require me to be on top. yays.

besides that, nothing too exciting happened.

i was tired so Jay and i stayed in and watched movies all night. i got a back and belly rub and nice kisses. i actually fell asleep at a decent hour and slept for about 10 hours total. i think baby girl is still on the late night schedule though. there was lots of movement around 1am for about 45 minutes.

this morning i woke up with a sore throat and stuffy nose. just fucking lovely.
the stuffy nose is the worse because i've been having trouble breathing. i've had to use my inhaler twice already. hopefully, it won't get any worse because i don't wanna be in a hospital until the end of march when i'm in labor.

it's nap time but i'm trying to stay awake so i can go to bed early and maybe get a full night of sleep again. that probably won't happen though.

toodles!

*baby girl is much more fun than any of those losers could ever be.

Labels: baby business, weekend stuff

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