i'm really annoyed and irritated by people. why is it that every person i talk to says something like "you look like you're gonna pop any minute now!" or "you need to have that baby already!" or "it seems like you've been pregnant forever!"?
a couple of our friends came by today, and of course somebody had to say something of that nature. that is like worst thing you could ever say to a pregnant woman. especially a pregnant woman like me who's easily angered and violent. and i refuse to apologize for breaking my swiffer handle on his back and making him wait outside until the person he came with was ready to leave; he deserved that shit. plus, i have a backup swiffer for situations like that.

but most importantly:

BABY FURNITURE IS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i peed my pants a little when the delivery guy brought it. though when he rang the doorbell, i had every intention of cussing him out for interrupting the Young & the Restless.

baby furniture! the nursery will be finished BEFORE my baby girl is here! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY!!!!!! the brochure thingy said "some assembly required". i just thought that meant we'd have to put the little drawers in the armoire and hutch and put the mattress in the crib. it's actually a little more complicated than that. the top half of the hutch has to be attached to the lower half and the crib has pieces, like rails and screws and stuff that has to be assembled.
i was kinda scared the changing table we bought wouldn't be the same color, but it's perfect! i can't wait to put all of the little carebear decor in the crib and on the shelves.

but you know what would be even more perfect? if SOMEONE would hurry the fuck up and get it together so i can cry and tell him where to put everything only to have him move it three or four more times, and probably cry again.

oh! just for y'all, i asked Jay if he would update about baby business after the little one arrives and he said he'll "think about it". honestly, i don't know if i want him too. i don't really trust him with my password. recently, we had a little squabble about a myspace page that he failed to mention he had, and i got really tired of seeing all those ugly, clown whores commenting on his page, totally disregarding the "in a relationship" status, and i ultimately deleted it. and you know he's not too fond of me blogging, so......hmmmm, i'm sure i'll have my crackberry with me so i can probably get a couple of mini-updates in before i can start posting regularly and fill y'all in on everything; and hopefully [keep your fingers crossed] he'll let me post pictures of our sweet baby girl.

another thing i cannot fucking stand: people telling me my baby is gonna be bad when she gets older. that's just asking to get spit in the face.

stupid people deserve to have their their tongues cut off. like roach from "the people under the stairs". except i liked roach. i cried when he died. i wonder if they have that movie at blockbuster.

i'm considering maybe having sex to induce labor. i kinda don't want to because i'm so afraid Jay's peen is gonna hurt baby girl. if you could see that thing, you'd be scared too. but it's been like a week and a half since we've had sex. that's almost a record for us. my vibrator picked the worst time to die.

i meant to write about this a couple days ago, but my memory is pretty terrible and i forget a lot of stuff. anyhoos, i had this dream that i was in the hospital, i'm assuming in the nursery because there were all these babies crying. but there was one baby's cry that stood out and i just knew it was my baby girl. i tried to follow the cry so i could get to her and hold her [and make all the other babies jealous :)] and make sure she was okay, but there were so many babies crying, it's hard to tell which direction her cry was coming from. then all the other mommies came to claim their babies, and there's just one left, presumably my baby girl. i ran over to the crib, and there's my baby but she had no face. well, she had a face, but i couldn't see it. so, the baby's crying and i'm crying because i didn't know what to do with a baby without a face. then i felt something pulling on my nipple, and i looked down and the baby with no face had latched on to my boob, except now i could kinda see her profile. right when i was about to pull away so i could see her whole face, i woke up. and to my surprise, i had two huge wet stains on my gown.

the one night i go to bed without a bra on, the boobs have leak-fest.

at least it wasn't one of those dreams where Jay had to wake me up because i was biting his arm or back. he calls me hannibal the cannibal because of that. i don't particularly care for that nickname.

happy hump day!

i think we're gonna barbecue tonight.

Labels: baby business, my love, this is who i am

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