Random Whining
Recently I’ve discovered that I have finally gotten stretch marks on my belly. I’m really not all that bummed about it. My mom got stretch marks from her pregnancies, so I just assumed I would get them too. They’re not even that big. I’ll live.
Myspace has been DEAD recently. Where the hell is everybody??
Summer is officially almost over here in Seattle. We don’t get those horrendous dog days that WV gets…summer just kind of abruptly stops and it starts getting cold again. It’s like I blinked and summer was over. Kinda sucks, but it also means that my favorite season is almost here and that this pain in the butt baby will be out of my body soon! I can’t wait to meet him, but seriously, I want my body back. He’s getting really big and more than once I was sure that he had broken a rib by a huge kicking fit. Little friggin spaz. Obviously he’s mine and Jessie’s offspring. He’s already just like us.
My hair is getting really gray. I started graying lightly when I was 19, but after this sickness and everything, I’ve noticed that the top of my head is really quite gray. I’ll wait until after the baby is born to color it. That’s right, I’m coloring it. I’m vain enough to not want gray hair in my 20s. Suck it.
I’m sick and tired of Faith Hill and Tim Mcgraw. I’m not even a country music fan, so why the hell am I being subjected to their pain in the ass goody goody Look At How Happily Married We Are crap? They need to shut the hell up and make better music.
I’m sick and tired of having leaky breasts. They started leaking back in month 5. Nobody says that it starts that early, or that you’re going to spend the next several months waking up wet and sticky because you were sleeping on your side and your breasts were getting a little squeeze from the pressure of your arms. I want my novelty boobs back. I liked them better when they were only decoration, tiny as they were.
Third trimester fatigue blows! I spend most of my time lying down and sleeping! I always liked that I was an energetic person before. If there was something I wanted to get done, it got done..and in record time. Now I’m like a slug…I just lay around all day and wish that I could just have a little bit of energy. You should see my house. Not up to my standards of cleanliness at all. I hope I get this stupid “nesting” thing all the pregnancy books talk about. It’s apparently a nice burst of energy very close to the day your child is born, and I fully intend to use it to scrub this place down with bleach! If I don’t get it, I’ll just have to make Jessie babysit one day after I’ve recovered and do it. I can’t live in these conditions.
That’s it. I just posted for the hell of it. Nobody else is doing anything on here, so I wanted to maybe start something.
