i just spent ten minutes tapping the keys because i don't know what the hell to write about.

let's see...... start with yesterday.

the kooky lady came for our second & last childbirth class/session.
labor & delivery & newborn care stuff.
4 fucking hours.
it wasn't that bad but it probably would've been better had Jay taken it more seriously and not been grabbing my ass the whole time. the labor & delivery stuff wasn't really new, so we breezed right through that. it was the newborn care part that made us both look like incompetent, unfit parents. you'd think with it being about babies and shit, the lady would've brought a more life-like doll to demonstrate with.

nuh uh.

i'm convinced that bitch stopped at the dollar store on her way to our house and picked up the first little piece of shit doll she saw. my niece has dolls put together better than that piece of shit. every time Jay would attempt to put the diaper on, the thing would flip over and fall off the island. and he actually knows how to change diapers. he avoids the poopy ones like the plague, but he really does know how to change 'em.
then there was bathing the baby. we did it in the kitchen sink because we were trying to get through it as quickly as possible....... that didn't make us look like very good parents-to-be either.
between the two of us, we drowned that doll about 6 times. i kinda felt bad so i made Jay bring down the baby tub thinking it would make the whole thing a little easier and we wouldn't look so bad. it didn't. i blame it on that cheap ass doll not being able to flex and extend properly. though, i don't think i'm letting Jay bathe zoe the first couple of months.

after crazy lady left, we went out for food cause i was fucking starving. wendy's fries taste really good dipped in the frosty. yummy in my tummy. after that, we pretty much stayed home and watched basketball the rest of the day. well Jay did. it was storming out, so i was latched onto his side with the covers over my head. thunderstorms scurr me. eventually, i got some sex to distract me. that is really beginning to become a little more difficult. it doesn't matter how many times you try to move your belly around to get in a more comfortable position, it ain't happenin.
and why are people so shocked when they find out Jay and i are still having sex?

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this morning we went grocery shopping. i wanted to stock up on food now just in case all doesn't go as well as expected on wednesday during the ECV and i have to deliver early. i'm so fucking nervous about that.
i can't eat after midnight the day of the whole thing. i always have a turkey and swiss sammich with cheese triscuits and grape juice around 2am.
we have to be at the hospital at 6am to check in and get blood drawn and all that stuff. i don't even go to sleep until 3-4am.
the procedure itself doesn't have an impressive success rate; and even if it does work, there's a great chance baby girl will turn her little stubborn ass right back into breech position.
and the worst part, of course, is the possibility of having to deliver early through emergency c-section. ugh. i'm beyond ready for all the stresses of pregnancy to be out of the way and bring home a happy and healthy and GORGEOUS baby girl.

but i digress.

this afternoon, Jay went tot he v@ndy/kentucky game while i went shopping with a couple of friends. i can't stop buying baby stuff. and if i buy stuff for baby girl, i have to buy stuff for my niece, nephew, and goddaughter because i feel bad when i leave them out. you know what? it not as much fun shopping for little boys as it is for little girls. 80% of clothes made for little boys are ugly as fuck. thank man for toys or that kid would be shit out of luck fucking with me.
damn. i just remembered i need to fed-ex his birthday presents asap.

mustard makes me nauseous.
and i don't give two shits about the academy awards.
i'm gonna go take a bubble bath.

Labels: baby business, my love, weekend stuff

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