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I never update anymore, but considering I have nothing better to do at the moment, while I wait for my class that I'm too late to go into to get out so I can hand in my paper, I may as well. (Did you get all that?)
I'm getting married on Saturday. For those of you who can't count, that's three days away. I'm a little more then a little stressed. My mom flew into town on Friday, and she is the primary source of this stress. I wanted a very small, no frills wedding. It has gotten very frilly. To the point where I have to go tie 100 frilly ribbons on numerous objects this afternoon, all while wrangling a squirmy baby. Should be fun and interesting.
Other then the stress, I am really looking forward to this wedding. I can't wait to see many of the people who plan on attending, some of whom I haven't seen since before the pregnancy. My dad will be meeting the baby for the first time, which I am so excited about. My dad is a huge guy, big tough ex-Marine. In short, he's scary. But, little kids and dogs adore him, and he's hilarious. I'm reallly looking forward to watching them interact.
In Patrick news, he's getting huge. He's just about the cutest thing I've ever seen, and I'm not just saying that 'cause he's my kid. He really is. He's rolling over, and sticking his butt up in the air, attempting to crawl. He's also trying really hard to sit up, which he can do if you hold his legs down. I'm terrified of him getting mobile because that requires babyproofing, something I'm just too lazy to do.
My body is doing wierd things and I'm sick of it. I'm fat and I feel gross but between school and Patrick, I never get a second to myself, much less time to go exercise.
I hate school and I'm bored to hell with my education major. I miss being creative like I was with culinary. This is all just papers and tests. There's no way for me to express myself. I think I need to bake for fun more, but, once again, very hard when you're trying to wrangle a baby who wants to go.
Ok. Time for class to get out.
I'm getting married on Saturday. For those of you who can't count, that's three days away. I'm a little more then a little stressed. My mom flew into town on Friday, and she is the primary source of this stress. I wanted a very small, no frills wedding. It has gotten very frilly. To the point where I have to go tie 100 frilly ribbons on numerous objects this afternoon, all while wrangling a squirmy baby. Should be fun and interesting.
Other then the stress, I am really looking forward to this wedding. I can't wait to see many of the people who plan on attending, some of whom I haven't seen since before the pregnancy. My dad will be meeting the baby for the first time, which I am so excited about. My dad is a huge guy, big tough ex-Marine. In short, he's scary. But, little kids and dogs adore him, and he's hilarious. I'm reallly looking forward to watching them interact.
In Patrick news, he's getting huge. He's just about the cutest thing I've ever seen, and I'm not just saying that 'cause he's my kid. He really is. He's rolling over, and sticking his butt up in the air, attempting to crawl. He's also trying really hard to sit up, which he can do if you hold his legs down. I'm terrified of him getting mobile because that requires babyproofing, something I'm just too lazy to do.
My body is doing wierd things and I'm sick of it. I'm fat and I feel gross but between school and Patrick, I never get a second to myself, much less time to go exercise.
I hate school and I'm bored to hell with my education major. I miss being creative like I was with culinary. This is all just papers and tests. There's no way for me to express myself. I think I need to bake for fun more, but, once again, very hard when you're trying to wrangle a baby who wants to go.
Ok. Time for class to get out.