guess who's in atlantaaaaaaa!!!! meeeee!!! and i only had to have a tantrum for 2 hours to before Jay asked me to come with him. well, he didn't really ask. he just told me he didn't wanna hear any of my shit and no late night trips to the store or wendy's for the next week if i came with him. there was a lot of heavy sighing, head banging on the steering wheel, and death stares, so i don't think he was too happy that we had to stop 7 or 8 times so i could pee. i only had to pee 3 times, it was just a matter of finding a suitable restroom to go in, thus turning what should have been a 3 hour drive into a 4 1/2 hour drive. don't judge me; i'm building a baby over here- i deserve a clean restroom.

anyhoos, we got here late thursday night/early friday morning and crashed the moment we got settled in our suite. while Jay was *working*, i spent the day with my sister and my too-cute-for-words nephew. when my sister told him there was a baby in my tummy, he lifted my shirt up and looked so confused. then, he scrunched his shoulders and was shaking his head, "i no see da beebee nowhere, momma." and whenever i was holding him and Ava would kick, he would check my belly and go "beebee? heddo [hello]?" then, look at me and say "[s]top it, tia!" oh, i just wanna eat his little chubby cheeks.

unfortunately, it wasn't all cuteness and chubby cheeks, i had to have a talk with my sister about the current state of her marriage and if she plans to leave the loser. i find it so disturbing that she could stay with him given the fact that we grew up with this shit and the way it traumatized us all AND that she's allowing her son to experience the same thing. i could almost understand her staying if it was just her. i get the dynamics of an abusive relationship and how it works, but to let her kid grow up in that environment? that just blows my mind. she can always go back home or stay with me or any one of our siblings and she wouldn't have to worry about money; she'd be taken care of. i just don't get it. i don't get it. i don't even know if i wanna *get it*. but anyhow, i think i may have gotten to her. apparently, she responds better to me when i cry rather than when i demand she do stuff. so, i gave her a few days to make a decision- pack her up her and my nephew's shit and leave with me and Jay and we'll find her an awesome divorce lawyer and take the douche for all he's worth or stay and be miserable and maybe die and leave her son motherless....

for the record, let me say that i've never liked that doucheface. everyone said i was being a bitch for no good reason. however, i'm a great fucking judge of character. i know when something's not right with a person. I KNOW! and lookie lookie, we have a wife-beater. i was right once again.

the day wasn't a complete downer, though. there was shopping to be done. my sister took me to this awesome maternity store with cute clothes that actually fit me. i even bought a couple pairs of maternity jeans. *gasp* no luck with finding any cute bras, though. dammit.

oh, question for my women-with-kid[s]-readers- how does your husband feel about nursing bras? mine LOVES the ugly things. and i quote "oooh, num-nums! this is easier access than the strapless bra. daddy likes." it's a little weird, but then again, he is a boy and he likes boobs. i'm actually looking forward to lactating so he'll leave 'em alone. creep.

mmkay, yeah...... so, i did a little more shopping than i needed to. but come on, you know how cute baby clothes are, plus i needed to get some stuff to pack an overnight bag for the hospital just in case. you can never be too prepared.

sometime in the afternoon, we met up with Jay and grabbed lunch before he and i left for the hotel for some quality time. yeah, we've reached the awkward sex phase, but that's not stopping us. we intend to keep going at it until the doctor says otherwise.we may actually make the appointment on tuesday if all goes well at work for Jay on monday. *fingers crossed*

while i can't stand that Jay's job requires that he travel a lot, he gets really nice perks for it. for starters, he doesn't have to pay any travel expenses and he always get an awesome hotel suite. and depending on the city, great seats to almost any sporting event, like club seats at the falcons/titans game last night. w00t! too bad the titans played like shit. and there was this bitch that kept giving Jay the eye and looking at me all stank. so, i was like "the fuck are you looking at?" don't let the belly fool ya. i cut hoes in different area codes. homegirl knew what was up, though. she went on about her skank -ass business and started jocking some other dude who wasn't there with his psycho-crazy pregnant wife. i bet he was gay though. you know, atlanta does have a rather large population of down-low dudes, including some of its pro athletes. mmmhmmm. how you doin'?

today, we've just been puttering around here nekkid. last night after the game, we stopped by this *adult* toy store for some goodies. yeah, the fukuoku twist & shout [google that shit!] is my new best friend. and we finally found some vibrating cock rings that actually fit him AND that i can actually feel. score! so, i imagine we're probably not leaving this room a lot this weekend. how do you become a sex toy reviewer? that's a job i'd definitely be willing to do. seriously, how do i get that job?

lastly, on an unrelated note, for my big brother viewers. do not continue reading if you don't watch the feeds or you don't like spoilers. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH DAN? i mean, come the fuck on! he should've just given ollie the fucking HOH. ugh. just disgusts me. but i guess since april's gone somebody's gotta start sucking. oh, and i ♥ memphis. i'd let him stick it in my no-no place after he stopped calling himself a "mixologist". dude, you're a fucking bartender. get over it!

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