i'm sooooo nervous about tomorrow. i've been trying to be all optimistic and shit but it's not really happening. i'm scared out of my fucking mind.

i don't like needles.
i don't like nurses.
i don't like doctors.
i don't like hospitals.

and i'm slightly pissed that Jay's stank ass is asleep instead of staying up being worried with me, or at least reassuring me that everything is gonna be fine and i have nothing to worry about because he's gonna be there the whole time holding my hand and will kick that doctor's ass if he does anything to hurt my baby.

the rational pixie on my right shoulder is telling me i should cut him some slack because he was up until almost 4am studying for the 3 midterms he had back-to-back-to-back today.
the i-don't-really-give-two-shits pixie is saying "fuck that shit. this is his baby too. he needs to be up pacing or doing some jumping jacks or something. that cool, calm, collective shit is not cute anymore."

i've never been known to be a rational person, and i can go from "slightly pissed" to "FUCKING LIVID" in a matter of seconds.

it's gonna be a long night, kids.

Labels: baby business

--i refused to spellcheck @ 11:15 PM | |