being alone sucks rancid ass.

last night wasn't too bad though. i talked to Jay but only for a second because i was still upset with him. i distracted myself with funny movies and ice cream while the wiggle worm listened to symphony no. 9. i know the "mozart effect" is total bullshit but i think it's better to have her listen to an eclectic mix of music instead of just one genre or artist. the music is supposed to help turn her from breech position too. i don't know though; she's pretty stubborn like her momma. but we'll see on wednesday at our next visit with the nuDoc.

today, a couple of friends took me out to cheer me up. unfortunately, they didn't realize retail therapy does not work as well when you're pregnant-- everything you try on is either 10 sizes bigger than what you normally wear or doesn't fit at all; thus making your day worse than it was just an hour before. i did get some cute earrings and bracelets though. =)

we drove out to opry mills for some fun and games at dave & buster's. i thought it was just a random outing but it was actually a little surprise set. since i haven't been able to go out to any bars or clubs, they planned one last official hangout sesh before i'm a mommy and never have a social life ever again.
i cried a little.
then, i kicked all the boys' asses in skeeball. i really wanted to shoot some pool but that didn't work out too well with all this baby business in the way. i think bay girl was a little weirded out from the weird noises in the gaming area. those were not very friendly kicks.

there was this evil little red-headed, freckle-faced bastard who tried to steal my tickets! i saw him do it to a few people so when he came my way, i snatched that little prick up by the collar of his shirt and shook the shit outta him. i told him if he came near me again i'd rip off his little dick and feed it to the wolves. that little fucker kept his distance too. i was kinda hoping he'd tell his mom though. she deserved a good ass-whooping because she saw him doing that shit and didn't say a word to him.

overall, i had a 4 hours of good fun with my friends. eating greasy fried foods after a week of nothing but soup and juice was fucking awesome. i think i came a little after eating those cheesesticks.

now, i'm just relaxing on the couch. my feet hurt like hell. i hope i don't wake in the morning with cankles. so not sexy.

talked to Jay again. he's having a good time partying up in miami. he's ran into quite a few celebrities. he doesn't really care though. he's probably surrounded by tons of famous people and he knows maybe 2 or 3 of 'em and that's only because they're athletes and he's a sports fanatic.
if it was me, i'd be walking around with my Us weekly in tow and be like "you don't look nothing like the pictures. why are you so short? photoshop is definitely your friend."

all i really want is for my baby to come home with an autograph from prince. then his going away for the weekend would be totally worth it to me.

i asked him if he's been flirting and dancing with those south beach whores. he said the only thing he's done is flirt with a few girls but he did have to push one drunk skank away from him. i told him flirting is the farthest it gets cause he knows i'll know if he's done otherwise and i'll cut him. if he's smart, he'll be a good doggy the rest of his little vacation.

i'm debating on whether or not to have a superbowl party this time around. i'll probably invite only a few people over. every year i've had a party, i've gotten in a fight with someone, so i think it's best to keep it small this year.
i don't know.
i'm gonna go watch purple rain.

smooches!

Labels: baby business, my love, weekend stuff

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