So ready, but in that way you're not ready at all...
I had an amazing weekend with Billy's mom...I know it's Wednesday, but I haven't felt like updating this until now. I had a baybay shower and got tons of useful shit I'll need a lot of, then bunches of cute clothes, and even a hospital bag with a silky robe and pajamas. Just in case I decide to seduce a nurse or the doctor or something...it's been long enough to where I'd probably do something like that under the influence of Demerol. You know, in that time period where it hasn't sunk in that stuff like that MAKES BABIES. *sigh* Life is funny sometimes.
I'm...out of words pertaining to this next week and a half of my life. Friday will mark the start of my seven day countdown, as you'll see when I post random shit that includes a number. I feel like I'm about to explode as it is...sleep just happens when I pass out, pooping only happens after taking stool softeners, and hormonal mood swings/rages are a daily occurrence I'm slowly learning to control.
One incident involved just about physically assaulting my dad because he put my new puppy outside when I was asleep...she wouldn't come back after I called for her, so I basically melted into a puddle of tears I couldn't control, and I screamed louder and with more conviction than I ever have in my life at him. After acting like a crazy person who spins people around in their chairs because they're not looking at my face and appreciating how upset I am, I sat outside sobbing for two hours calling for her, and she finally came back. Thank whoever. I seriously lost it and it could have all gone downhill from there if she hadn't found her way back home. I think it scared my dad a bit because he didn't come home from work the next couple of days. I didn't mind.
Oh, yeah, I have a puppy who wandered up a couple days before Valentine's. She's a lab mix and probably about four months old. She was seriously the ugliest and most pitiful thing you've ever seen, but after I fed her and bathed her, I couldn't call animal control to come get her. I thought about it because she was mangy and stuff, but I took care of that, so now there's no reason not to keep her. I named her Delaware for her first state-shaped white birthmark on her tummy, and I just call her Della. She has been the light of my life, probably due to my oxytocin levels, since I found her. Still don't know what to do about her and the baby...I guess it just depends on how she is around him.
*Le sigh* I'm going to bed. This is the only picture that would post from photobucket, so if you want to see me in all my preggo glory, and a 4D picture of Evan, go to my myspace: www.myspace.com/whothefuckismollymolly
Oh, and don't start shit with me in my blog. I'm in no mood ever for insinuations and retarded comments. XD!
I'm...out of words pertaining to this next week and a half of my life. Friday will mark the start of my seven day countdown, as you'll see when I post random shit that includes a number. I feel like I'm about to explode as it is...sleep just happens when I pass out, pooping only happens after taking stool softeners, and hormonal mood swings/rages are a daily occurrence I'm slowly learning to control.
One incident involved just about physically assaulting my dad because he put my new puppy outside when I was asleep...she wouldn't come back after I called for her, so I basically melted into a puddle of tears I couldn't control, and I screamed louder and with more conviction than I ever have in my life at him. After acting like a crazy person who spins people around in their chairs because they're not looking at my face and appreciating how upset I am, I sat outside sobbing for two hours calling for her, and she finally came back. Thank whoever. I seriously lost it and it could have all gone downhill from there if she hadn't found her way back home. I think it scared my dad a bit because he didn't come home from work the next couple of days. I didn't mind.
Oh, yeah, I have a puppy who wandered up a couple days before Valentine's. She's a lab mix and probably about four months old. She was seriously the ugliest and most pitiful thing you've ever seen, but after I fed her and bathed her, I couldn't call animal control to come get her. I thought about it because she was mangy and stuff, but I took care of that, so now there's no reason not to keep her. I named her Delaware for her first state-shaped white birthmark on her tummy, and I just call her Della. She has been the light of my life, probably due to my oxytocin levels, since I found her. Still don't know what to do about her and the baby...I guess it just depends on how she is around him.
*Le sigh* I'm going to bed. This is the only picture that would post from photobucket, so if you want to see me in all my preggo glory, and a 4D picture of Evan, go to my myspace: www.myspace.com/whothefuckismollymolly
Oh, and don't start shit with me in my blog. I'm in no mood ever for insinuations and retarded comments. XD!
