i do. papers, glasses, aluminum. plastics are always difficult for me for some reason, but i'm getting better.

i told myself i was gonna get back to blogging regularly instead of just here and there. but i've been keeping this baby journal [hand-written. what?] and scrapbooking [the fuck?] so when i'm done with that, i just don't feel like pecking at these keys. plus, it's not like there's a lot going on. besides the whole house-buying thing and a baby on the way, i'm just a weeble who wobbles and sometimes i fall down. i'm that annoying friend who constantly gushes over her fantabulous husband and growing baby in her belly to the point that it makes you wanna choke a bitch.

speaking of my fantabulous hubby, i'm starting not to like him as much. he is ALWAYS grunting and griping about what i wear because he doesn't want other men looking at me.
'it's too short. it's too little. it's too low-cut. it's not long enough. are you wearing that out? your titties are too big for that. you're wearing heels? your pockets are longer than the shorts; i can almost see your naughty bits. you should really think about getting some maternity clothes.'

um, it's summertime.

YOU DID THIS TO ME! KISS MY FAT ASS!

besides, i don't know many men that find pregnant women attractive enough to take a second look or would even have the balls to hit on me. this big bump and duck waddle and one strand of hair growing out of my neck is all kinds of sexy.

i do keep it classy whenever i go see him at work. it's kinda weird......people there seem to like me. i'm not really used to that- people liking me. and i have to pretend i like them for Jay's sake. i keep it simple though. a smile. a hug here and there. but that's where it ends. don't be trying to rub my belly. i don't go for that. i think that one dude did grab my ass though. it's kinda hard to tell because sometimes that big ol' thing just gets in the way of a normal, friendly hug.

but anyhoos, next week is my 24 week checkup. the 6 month mark. knocking on the third trimester's door. and i feel like i've been pregnant forever. i'm not really looking forward to hearing how much weight i've gained or peeing in a cup or that horrible diabetes test thingy. the only good thing is the doc lets me hold the *magic stick* to hear the baby's heartbeat. honeychild's been doing some serious kicking lately so i'm hoping i can get a sonogram and catch her in action. i've asked for a sonogram every visit so i'm hoping by now the doc has just taken it upon himself to go ahead and schedule it.

whatcha doing for the 4th of July weekend? we're gonna take the boat out to the lake and barbecue and the boys are gonna take their shirts off and be all macho with their weenie fireworks. just gimme some food and a coupla juice boxes and i'm good.


hmmm.....lunchtime.

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