who's there?
"Ava-I'm-never-leaving-your-uterus-Marie."
not cool, Ava-Marie. not cool.

well, the little chickadee is chugging along just fine. in fact, she's had quite the growth spurt just over the past 2 weeks. she's almost 6 pounds and about 19 inches. at my last visit, she wasn't even at the 5 pound mark! i don't feel so bad about having gained those 3 pounds now. but i'm really hoping she comes sooner than later. stubborn little girl is still in breech position though. the doctor suggested performing an ECV and i wanted to snap his little neck in half when the words came out of his mouth. hell to the muthafuckin no. keep it movin', buddy.

ya know what? Ava has a head full of hair. at first, that made me really happy cause you know how much i just adore my own hair. so, of course, i want my little girl to have really pretty hair too. but as i was entering hour #2 of straightening my hair the other night, i thought about how much of a hassle that shit is gonna be when she gets older. motherfuck me with a stick. i'm gonna have to plan a whole day just for hair care. i don't think i like that.

my sister and nephew are still here, but will probably be leaving in the next week or so to go stay with my mom. divorce papers will be signed next week. she agreed to leave with nothing in exchange for sole custody. now, it could be that i over-analyze shit, but something's soooooo not right with that arrangement. the only reason she's not asking for anything is so that she doesn't have to go through a long, drawn out divorce; she just wants it to be over. but the custody thing? that's fishy. while the douche has never really been an *active* father, he gave it up waaaaayyyy too easily. he knows she'll still let him see the kid, but i really think he would try to kidnap his own son. i mean, he didn't contest that issue at all. AT ALL. that doesn't sit well with me. gawd, i wanna castrate that man.

Jay's paternity leave begins in 2 weeks. i'm hoping little miss priss comes around that time so that he gets to spend as much time at home with her as possible. oh my gawd, this baby is gonna be so stinkin' spoiled. i know all we're gonna do is hold her even when she doesn't wanna be held. but you know what? i don't care cause i'm the momma and i get to do what i want. like right now, Jay's getting ready for bed but i'm gonna make him go to the store for some oreos and sharp cheddar cheese even though he was just out and called to ask if i wanted anything. hey, i'm not a psychic. you can't predict cravings. you just can't.

Labels: baby business, my love

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