I swore to myself that I would wear a bra every minute of everyday and every night with this pregnancy so that I could to my part in avoiding any further sagging of my boobs. Screw that. Now I just tell myself, as I undo my bra, “you can save up and get a lift after the baby’s born” because the bras make me so damn uncomfortable.
Perhaps it’s because I don’t know how to pick out a good bra. Every bra I own eventually hurts me because of the weight they have to carry.
I just want to be free. Free from confinement! Is that really so wrong?
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The cuteness is killing me.
I know I should have waited until after my ultrasound tonight to be sure I’m having a little girl, but I couldn’t resist. Yesterday, I purchased my first baby outfit
Everyone else is doing it
Everyone’s boycotting everyone and everything. I’ve never been a “boycotter”, although, growing up in a house full of church people, I was told to boycott many things. Church people love to boycott products that are from “the devil”. For instance, we were not allowed to be Procter and Gamble products because the symbol they put on their products was satanic (or so the preacher said, and you know how when you’re a church person, you believe everything the pastor says!)
Personally, I’ve only boycotted 2 things in my life. Birthdays and Sex. Even then, I never thought I needed to be all loud about and go on a crusade to make others do the same. No. Instead, I just refused to blow out candles and quietly refused to lay down and open my legs. And that only lasted for about 2 days because I quickly learned I was only hurting myself.
I can totally understand boycotting Old Navy because they allowed Morgan Fairchild to dance in their commercials (dude, have you SEEN those commercials?), but other than that, I can’t think of anything else I feel strongly enough against to boycott.
Ok, maybe painting and cleaning and laundry and dishes…
We’ll laugh and hold hands and take pictures of him rubbing my belly.
I spent the morning volunteering in Ethan’s classroom (who, by the way, is the Star Student this week.) While I was there, the principle came in to tell Ethan’s teacher some exciting news. Some news that might make a certain blogger I know a wee bit jealous.
The Lord loveth a cheerful giver.
I just spent the last hour at a place I like to refer to as Hell. Most people call it the Department of Motor Vehicles. I can always count on seeing or hearing something I have never heard before in my life while I’m there. Today, it was a very beautiful woman with long braids and a cute hat who wanted to share something of hers with me.
I have a question.
Why is it necessary to turn into a complete asshole when talking about politics?
Should I stay or should I go?
I’m still red.
Tonight was my sister’s surprise 30th birthday party. I was chattin’ it up with her friends and telling stories of my sister as a child. Anyone who’s ever met me in person would tell you I’m a very animated talker. I use crazy, mad body language skillz, yo. Anyway, I’m telling someone a story and I do this very big hand movement which sends my arm, fists clenched, behind my body. I didn’t realise a woman was behind me and I punched her right in the gut. She made a little “ugh” sound and bent over. I.Felt.So.Stupid. I felt my face got hot from embarassment, but lucky for me, she started laughing. We both started laughing, then everyone that saw started laughing. I apologized all night, but she wasn’t mad at all.
I can’t think of a time in my life that I’ve felt like such an ass. Ok, there’s the time I farted in the front row of church, tried to blame the little girl sitting next to me by looking at her, plugging my nose and saying “ewwwwwwwwww”, only to have a lady behind me say very loudly “Don’t even try it, y, YOU did it, I heard you!” But I was only 16 then, I’m like, an adult now so I was totally embarassed.
Oh well, at least she didn’t throw up or go into convulsions with all of the power that was in that punch. She must work out.
Mucho Gracias.
Yesterday was just awful… Except for the moment where I stepped outside to find a box with my name on it from Amazon.
Thank you, Etherian for the PINK blankets!! They’re piiiiink!! I don’t think I’ve ever had anything pink in my house before. Thanks for thinking of me and my baby girl, if you only knew how much it meant to me, especially yesterday!
They’re just make believe, right?
Dear people who dress up as clowns for a living,
If it’s possible, could you please wait until you arrive at the place where you will be performing as a clown to put on your makeup, wig and outfit? That would be greatly appreciated because it freaks me out to have to sit at a red light next to you.
Thanks!