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Damnit. All I want is a turkey and cheese bagel, but there's not a single slice of sandwhich meat in this apartment. Nor is there orange juice or strawberries. Basically, if I want to eat it - it's not in the house. Damnit. I need bananas. I want Cheerios! Why, lord, WHY did I let my mom go grocery shopping?? Oh yeah, that's right - last week I could do nothing but feel exhausted, puke, and bleed out my ass. I HATE THIS RRRAAAARGH!
I need to buy myself a scale. I am so paranoid that I'm losing weight. The boyfriend assures me I'm not, in fact he says he can visibly tell my boobs are larger but... gah. I trust no man. No man! Yeah... I need to relax. But I can't seem to help but worry.
I need to write my grandparents. I feel so very awkward about it though. I don't really have anything uplifting to say aside from, "I'm going to have a baby!" And that mixed in a sea of disappointment does not sound like a good thing. Plus, there was an explicit request for pictures and honestly... I don't have any. None of me, none of my baby's daddy, and by definition I certainly don't have a single one of us together. At least, none where we aren't naked or doing illegal things. I do love this picture:
I love my Jew. :)
I need to buy myself a scale. I am so paranoid that I'm losing weight. The boyfriend assures me I'm not, in fact he says he can visibly tell my boobs are larger but... gah. I trust no man. No man! Yeah... I need to relax. But I can't seem to help but worry.
I need to write my grandparents. I feel so very awkward about it though. I don't really have anything uplifting to say aside from, "I'm going to have a baby!" And that mixed in a sea of disappointment does not sound like a good thing. Plus, there was an explicit request for pictures and honestly... I don't have any. None of me, none of my baby's daddy, and by definition I certainly don't have a single one of us together. At least, none where we aren't naked or doing illegal things. I do love this picture:
I love my Jew. :)