such a funny word.

let's see...what's new....

football:
cowboys lost. ugh. by one stinkin point. did you see the postgame news conference? wtf is up with T.O.? did someone shove some humble pie down his throat? i've been a cowboys fan since i was in barbie underwear, but i hate that (1) jimmy johnson isn't the coach anymore [i know it's been nearly 15 years but i'll never get over it; i hate bill parcels] and (2) terrell owens is a cowboy. that ungrateful asshat is an embarrassment to the NFL.

colts won. i'm not really a colts fan, but as J's girlfriend, i'm required to be a tennessee fan and since peyton was a vol, and since then the franchise player for the colts, i have to be happy they won. [J, honey, this is where you stop reading.] i could genuinely be a peyton manning/colts fan if it wasn't the same thing with him every fucking season: winning record; great playoff ruin; then the big game, he fucking chokes! he frustrates me.

bcs championship game.....i don't really care for either team. ohio will win, but i'll be rooting for florida just because they're an SEC team. ugh. i'm getting heartburn just thinking about it.

baby business:
yeah, i don't enjoy being pregnant all the time. whenever i say that, people react like i just said i was gonna feed my baby to rabid wolves. it's like everyone wants me to be like "it's all roses and butterflies". bitch, i hate roses and butterflies can be scary little critters. kiss my ass.
i had morning sickness well into my second trimester.
back pain is a bitch.
everything leaks.
people are always touching me and rubbing my belly.
let's not forget the rapid weight gain.
i think the weight gain has been the most difficult thing for me to adjust to. being thin and maintaining my physical appearance was/is a big part of my identity. so, gaining 40 pounds in just a few months hasn't been a very pleasant experience. then, there's losing all the baby weight. i'm gonna want all that shit off me ASAP. there's only one way i know how to do that and it ain't pretty. i suppose being a mom will be my motivation to be a better person, but i don't really know. i'm a fucked up person.

other stuff:
J's sister got into v@ndy and she still wants to live with us. i'd love to have her here just because she's J's sister and i love her to death and it would be great to have an extra pair of hands around once baby girl arrives. but J's got issues. he's so protective of her i'm worried he'll make that poor girl's life miserable. but she knows what she's getting into, so if he and i are okay with it, then i guess it shouldn't be a problem.

i'm not buying any more maternity clothes. or clothes period. that shit is too depressing. everything is so......big. i just can't do it.

i was thinking about making the blog public again, but i don't like lurkers. so, until i can find a way to block individual IPs from accessing this shit, it's staying private. sucks for them.

donald trump is really annoying.

Labels: baby business, so random, weekend stuff

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