Oct 26, 2011 22:32
Had a fun baby shower last weekend. Until I opened my trap and said, "Can't name a kid Ben, don't want the nickname BJ." in front of like 10 woman who raised me. Yeah, wanna know what's SUPER FUN? Trying to dance around saying "Blow Job" in front of the people who changed your diaper at one point. (My mom made it better though by being the only one to get "Baby Got Back" in a game of "Baby" songs. I ♥ her.)
I get this is mostly mental, but I swear to you that this kid doesn't like rain. The last two nights it's rained and I'm not kidding, the kid has danced around like an idiot. Not in a fun "ooncha ooncha" way but more in this weird "LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT" way that is really bordering on painful. This might also be because tomorrow is 36 weeks AKA nine months. (Yeah, who ever tells you pregnancy is 9 months is a freaking liar. You're knocked up for 40 weeks. That's TEN MONTHS, YO.) Oy.
Fandom wise, I'm still floating. Where are you guys at? I feel like my flist is everywhere lately. I'm reading BANDSLASH, you guys. I didn't even know half the bands I'm now reading like three weeks ago. I just feel like I'm streaming through all a pairing has to offer in like a day (I'm still on weird-rest rules. Not bed rest though!) and then I get curious and find another pairing and gobble it up. I might've even read Kevin Jonas/Mike Carden. Don't judge me.
babies i made :: henry west,
fic :: talk