So I came on your blog because I was scrolling down my dash and I saw about fifteen pictures in a row of what appeared to be David Boreanaz's ass. And I respect that.
And then I kept reading and saw that YOU'RE EXPECTING A BABY OH MY GOD!!! CONGRATULATIONS!! So obviously I HAD to follow you so I can keep track of your life. :)
(Sorry if that sounds creepy. To explain, I'm kind of obsessed with pregnant women and babies, and I'm only 18 so I compensate by babysitting and occasionally I stumble across pregnancy blogs and fangirl for a bit.)
I would follow back, but I’m already following you. :)
And thanks! We’re very excited to be expecting. <3
Just weed through some of the hormonal grumpy rants and food related reblog-a-thons and you’ll find plenty of fangirling over DB, ED, Bones, Castle, Disney… there’s a little of everything.
Anyways, I’m glad my icon caught your attention. :) This is the beginning of something beautiful. I just know it.
Best friend #1 called and woke me up before my bladder even had a chance. Not, cool #1, not cool. Douglas was also grumpy at this. He was very snuggley this morning and much more appealing, but #1 was very persistent in pestering me until I got up, TOO EARLY, and got ready for the day. There might have also been some bribery involved in which she is to make homemade pizza tomorrow for our Castle marathon on her 72” in TV.
Picture of me and #1:
Any way, so we go and pick up best friend #2, and she decides that we are going shopping, which I normally don’t mind, but—how can I put this nicely—my boobs hurt, I feel bloated, I’m so tired all the time, I always need to go pee, I’m hungry all the time… and I just want to sit on my ass! So did I enjoy shopping? Fuck no. I did get a new bra, which feels so much better and made me realize just how ill-fitting all of my other ones now are, but still. That was the only beneficial thing I got out of that excursion. And #2 sprayed some sort of perfume that gave me heartburn. And she didn’t just spray it in the air; no, she sprayed herself, so I had the pleasure of getting wafts of that smell sent my direction all day.
Me and #2:
Then, #1 decided that we should have Szechuan’s for lunch. Again, something I normally love. #2 Agreed. Well, that left me outnumbered. They make almost everything with seafood/shellfish powder, which I’m not even sure I’m allowed to have. So my favorite dish was completely out of the question anyway because it’s a preggo no-no. So, no sushi for me. I ended up getting something that was good, but not at all what I wanted to eat.
Then, #2 decided that she wanted to go see Harry Potter again. Again, I was outnumbered when #1 agreed. I was bribed with the promise of the butteriest popcorn known to man. SOLD!
I’ve never been into HP. I don’t hate it, I’m just not interested in it. So, I haven’t spent the last 14 years of my life with these characters and the stories. This made the second time I saw HP2. I’ll be damned if I didn’t cry EVERY FUCKING TIME someone died. Every time. HP’s mom, Snape, Fred, Harry (even though I knew he wasn’t dead dead)… everyone except Bellatrix. And probably only because I laughed, yet again at Molly telling her “Not my daughter, you bitch!” I suppose I didn’t cry at Lord Voldemort’s death either. But, yeah. For someone who has really no emotional investment in these characters, I sure cried like a bitch-baby. A lot.
Then, we picked up my sister, Carleigh, because she was off work now, and wanted to chill with her big sis and her friends. Thank God, I had her to send texts back and forth to the rest of the night to keep me sane.
We didn’t really know what we were going to do. There’s nothing to do in this town without the potential for getting into some trouble.
#2 decided all of the sudden that she wanted to go get a tattoo. So, we all went with her. That’s just another thing. I want a tattoo, but obviously can’t get one right now. AND SHE KNEW THAT IT WOULD MAKE ME JEALOUS. Now, I don’t know about everyone else, but my tear factory isn’t the only thing in overdrive right now. It’s every single emotion. I didn’t speak to her the entire time we were there. Juvenile? Yes, but we did what they wanted to do all day, and I didn’t even really want to leave the apartment today. More than anything I’m annoyed at #2 always doing what I say I’m going to do, before I get a chance to do it. She always does this shit. I love her, but damn, girl. Individualize yourself and stop taking mine away. I’ll say something like, “I need to get a hair cut” and I’ll say what I want to do with it, and it doesn’t matter if she’s had a haircut two weeks ago, she’ll go get her hair done how I want it… down to the color. I’ll point out something in a magazine that I like, and then she’ll go out and buy stuff exactly like it. The decor for her guest room, is probably exactly how I first envisioned our master bedroom here in the apartment. #2 has also bought the same car my sister bought, two days after she bought it. I think you get the picture. #2 is the oldest copy-cat game player I’ve ever met.
So, we sit (thank God they weren’t so busy that we had to stand) and wait for two hours while she gets her tattoo, a butterfly on her shoulder. What did I post here a few days ago that I said I wanted on my shoulder? A MOTHER FUCKING BUTTERFLY! We hadn’t had the tattoo wanting conversation pretty much since I chickened out and didn’t get it the first time. I bring it up a few days ago, and all of the sudden she’s getting a tattoo?
And THAT is precisely why she’s best friend #2 instead of best friend #1, even though I’ve known her like five years longer.
Then, I came home to an empty house. Douglas was a work, but at least today is his last day on this shift. He goes back to 7am-3pm on Monday. He has the next two days off!
#1 and #2 are just going to have to realize that I’m lazy, cranky, irritable, bitchy, hormonal, hungry, and tired all of the time and all of the in between, and I cannot just go out and spend all day doing shit that I don’t want to do. It will make me resent them. And that’ll stress me out. That’s the last thing I need.
Now, I’m going to get off of here and go read some much needed fluffy B&B fics while I wait for my husband to get home. Then he’s going to massage all of these knots out of my back.
Warning to #1 and #2: call me before noon tomorrow, and we’re going to have a problem.