hi bb's. how ya doin?

minus this nasty cold, i'm pretty good. Jay and i took the day off yesterday to look at some lofts in the city. the whole thing was just a waste of time though. we saw some really great places, but by the end we both realized how extremely stupid it was for us to be looking for/moving into a new, more expensive place when we don't even know how much longer we're gonna be living in this area. so....yeah, we're not moving. at least not anytime soon.

we were supposed to drive down to alabama this weekend for the game, but i'm sick and my hubby's taking care of me. he made me soup and cuddled with me on the balcony last night. and he's gonna make me some tomato soup and grilled cheese in a bit [it's almost halftime]. he's so sweet and adorable. but you know, it just wouldn't be right if i didn't complain about something. he made me freshly squeezed orange juice this morning; while i appreciated his hard work and thoughtfulness, i don't like pulp in my juice..... and there was PULP IN MY ORANGE JUICE. i didn't throw a fit, i just didn't drink it.

october is almost over, yet we've only seen 2 days and one night of fall-like weather. i don't like that. i want my hoodie-weather NOW. i love fall and winter. i would be okay with spring if it weren't for all the rain and the havoc it wreaks on my allergies. i couldn't care less about summer now that i've found the perfect bronzer.

hey! if you see a new chrys.ler commercial within the next couple of months it looks wicked awesome, that's my baby's work! on tv! if it's not wicked awesome, that means his final changes got cut and everyone else at his job sucks and they will not be getting any my homemade chocolate chip cookies ever again.

ugh, i feel so nasty and miserable with this cold. i would love to throw back half a bottle of nyquil but i'm keeping the innards drug- and alcohol-free. we're sorta kinda but not really working on the whole trying to conceive thing and i don't want anything to go wrong. it's a secret so don't tell anyone. he and i don't even talk about it. prior to us actively TTC, we decided when we were ready, he would just tell me when it was okay for me to stop taking the pill and to stock up on pregnancy tests. when it happens, we're not telling anyone but the doctor we're seeing. we'll do all the prenatal stuff, but there won't be any shopping for baby stuff, no nursery, no baby showers, nothing. i still refuse to wear maternity clothes. when i start putting on the pounds and people start asking questions, i get to say "bitch, i'm not pregnant; i'm fat. good day!" i know it's probably a bit too much, but i just want everything to be okay and i don't wanna jinx it this time. does that make sense?

Labels: baby business, my love, weekend stuff

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