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the birds are chirping. and it's not annoying me. should i take this as a good omen? or should i remind myself that i haven't heard from any one of my "friends" for weeks, let alone hung out with any of them.
the realization that i have a person inside of me is starting to arrive. in 17 weeks i shall have to push something the size of a watermelon out of my girl. before those 17 weeks is up, i will probably double my weight gain and hopefully start putting stuff into the room that is baby oriented. finally got the baby area cleared out so all we need now is money to furnish it. how are we going to do that when we owe the mechanic $1100 for the z? no idea. but we seem determined to do it. maybe he has some bank robbing scheme figured out and hasn't decided on letting me in on it cuz i really don't know how thats going to happen.
on top of that money, we need to have atleast $2500 (to be safe) put aside to pay the hospital when i have this offspring of ours, and some money to put down for a car of my own. god knows how much that'll be.
now his dad knows we're in tight for money. beyond tight. more like air tight for money. he writes ronnie an email stating this. and how its going to be even more expensive after the baby is born. and what does he write not two sentences after that? "i want my rent money by this weekend" which leads me to wonder... "wtf? are you on crack?"
all this demand for money and we have none and i'm not freaking out. why? cuz it hasn't hit me yet. i've come to discover that being in denial is quite cozy and i have no desire to leave it. ever.
it's kind of a good thing we don't really own anything. cuz then bill collectors can't take anything away from us.
this gum is really hard and its hurting my jaw.
the realization that i have a person inside of me is starting to arrive. in 17 weeks i shall have to push something the size of a watermelon out of my girl. before those 17 weeks is up, i will probably double my weight gain and hopefully start putting stuff into the room that is baby oriented. finally got the baby area cleared out so all we need now is money to furnish it. how are we going to do that when we owe the mechanic $1100 for the z? no idea. but we seem determined to do it. maybe he has some bank robbing scheme figured out and hasn't decided on letting me in on it cuz i really don't know how thats going to happen.
on top of that money, we need to have atleast $2500 (to be safe) put aside to pay the hospital when i have this offspring of ours, and some money to put down for a car of my own. god knows how much that'll be.
now his dad knows we're in tight for money. beyond tight. more like air tight for money. he writes ronnie an email stating this. and how its going to be even more expensive after the baby is born. and what does he write not two sentences after that? "i want my rent money by this weekend" which leads me to wonder... "wtf? are you on crack?"
all this demand for money and we have none and i'm not freaking out. why? cuz it hasn't hit me yet. i've come to discover that being in denial is quite cozy and i have no desire to leave it. ever.
it's kind of a good thing we don't really own anything. cuz then bill collectors can't take anything away from us.
this gum is really hard and its hurting my jaw.