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Sunday, August 30, 2009

    I PITY THE FOOOOO'!!!!


oh my gawd, i'm so fucking bloated. i've never looked forward to taking a shit as much as i do right now. i eat way too goddamn much. i've eaten so much this weekend that Jay actually told me i needed to stop. "every time i look up, you're putting food in your mouth. i don't think you're supposed to be eating that much, geez." i'd feel bad if i were eating unhealthy food, but almost everything i eat is healthy. i just don't know when to stop eating. the little nugget seems to like black walnut ice cream loaded with whipped cream and butterscotch syrup, so that's my daily indulgence. yummy in my tummy. i need to eat a big, fat, juicy mango so i can go take a shit.

i've been trying to get lits ready for having another baby in the house so i went out and bought one of those life-like baby dolls that you feed and change and it cries and shit. *sigh* i hope that kid is nicer when we actually do have the new baby because she is not going for this shit. she throws the baby, hits the baby, tries to eat the baby....she's just mean. and she gets very territorial when i'm holding the baby or doing anything with it; i think that's kinda cute though. if i'm holding the baby, she'll crawl over to me, push the baby away, sit in my lap, and lay her head on my chest and want to cuddle. if i'm holding them together, she hits it. it's not going the way i wanted. i was kinda stressing about it but why bother when it's just a doll. i'm sure she'll be better once she has her real baby brother or sister around. pfft. 2 under 2. what the fuck was i thinking?

my 16 week check up is in a few days. i get to pee in a cup and get stuck with needles. woohoo! i'm only anticipating listening to the little nugget's heartbeat. the monitor-doppler thingy we have here at home isn't really picking up much, but s/he's been giving me little nudges here and there to let me know s/he's okay in there. i wish we could find out if it's a boy or girl at this checkup instead of having to wait another 4 weeks. with Z and lits, i knew they were girls before the doctors ever told me, but with this one, i have no clue. i don't care either way, i'm just ready to find out.

i'm also really stoked about lits' 1st birthday and her party. 2 words: HELLO KITTY! *girly squeal* Jay's giving me the evil eye right now. haha. he's cute. where the hell is my mango, dude?!