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FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.
173 more days until my baby is born. i wonder if i get to find out what the gender is today. i'm secretly hoping for a girl, even though i tell everyone a boy would be lovely. i'd name her Chloe Madelein. My mom had a "psychic premonition" that i'd name her Madelein. My mom has never claimed to be psychic before, or even had an opinion on anything remotely involving me and my future... so, why not.
i do not know why they claim seattle has the highest rate of suicides. i would think it'd be more along the lines of oklahoma. i'd like to hang myself. sadly, i've come to view my pregnancy as a bit of a prison sentence, what with the birth being the painful finale, and working at a deli for like... 3 pennies an hour or somewhat. i only see immediate family. and since i don't have much to talk about these days i try to keep phone calls to friends at the bare minimum for fear that they will secretly (or not so secretly) begin to avoid my phone calls period. conjugal visits are hard to arrange, i live in a freakin studio with my parents until the house is done being built. but the snow keeps fucking that all up to hell. and then when it stops, only my dad and boyfriend are working on the house.
they say your baby feels everything you feel.. i hope to god it isn't born a chronic depressive. curse you, oklahoma.
173 more days until my baby is born. i wonder if i get to find out what the gender is today. i'm secretly hoping for a girl, even though i tell everyone a boy would be lovely. i'd name her Chloe Madelein. My mom had a "psychic premonition" that i'd name her Madelein. My mom has never claimed to be psychic before, or even had an opinion on anything remotely involving me and my future... so, why not.
i do not know why they claim seattle has the highest rate of suicides. i would think it'd be more along the lines of oklahoma. i'd like to hang myself. sadly, i've come to view my pregnancy as a bit of a prison sentence, what with the birth being the painful finale, and working at a deli for like... 3 pennies an hour or somewhat. i only see immediate family. and since i don't have much to talk about these days i try to keep phone calls to friends at the bare minimum for fear that they will secretly (or not so secretly) begin to avoid my phone calls period. conjugal visits are hard to arrange, i live in a freakin studio with my parents until the house is done being built. but the snow keeps fucking that all up to hell. and then when it stops, only my dad and boyfriend are working on the house.
they say your baby feels everything you feel.. i hope to god it isn't born a chronic depressive. curse you, oklahoma.