-- J was not very happy with me after i told him what i did [see previous post]. at first he was like "who the fuck does shit like that?" then i was like "but it's really good blogging material" and he was like "fuck that fucking blog!" and proceeded to have an aneurysm. so after i cried and made him feel bad, we made up and laughed about it.
today, was first day of classes for him. his actual classes are tuesday/thursday but he had to meet with someone about his independent study class. he's so jealous i graduated before he will. oh wells. he'll get over it. this is his last semester. [and he's gonna be a daddy in 2 months!] i thought i'd be happy to get rid of him for a few hours, but i miss his stinkin ass.

-- this month and the first half of february are gonna be really busy.
*i have 2 baby showers. one of which i'm helping plan cause i don't trust them hoes to do it right.
*childbirth classes start next week. that shit is for 6 weeks. i see myself dropping out in week 3.
*we have to finish the nursery. i thought i was gonna be okay with us just winging it, but everything has to be ready and perfect before baby girl's highly anticipated arrival.
*oh, there's the hospital tour. i don't really care about the hospital. i've been there plenty of times so i trust the people at VMC to take care of me and the little one. my biggest concern is actually making it to the hospital in time. we live about 30 miles away from the hospital. we're not leaving this house as soon as contractions start. i'm not gonna be sitting in no damn hospital in labor for 2 days trying to have this baby. 5 minutes apart. no sooner. no later. the problem is n@shville's traffic. it doesn't matter what time of day it is, 65 and 40 will be backed up. on any given day, it would take us an hour to get in the vicinity of campus. also, there's a chance i'd have to drive myself if J's in class. gah, there's so much stuff to think about. it's giving me heartburn.
*i have to spend one weekend with my niece before having this baby. she's convinced herself i don't love her anymore cause there's a baby on the way and everyone's making a big deal about her. she was not this fucking difficult to deal with when my sister was pregnant. but i am/was her favorite aunt. what is we gon' do?

-- why is that when i tell people about the nursery furniture issue, they feel the need to suggest i may be going overboard and that target has plenty of crap to choose from? YOU can buy all the shit from target you want, but she's mine and she's gonna have nothing but the best. spoiled rotten. DEAL WITH IT!

-- time for food.

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