News, News, News
If you are here, then you likely already know all of this information, but in the unlikely event that you are an Actual Fan of my site, it is time to fill you in on some critical developing news:
1. Getting Married! Steve and I have finally worked it all out and are feeling pretty good and are planning to get married on the 3rd of July at the Bellagio in Vegas...
2. Don't Panic!! If you can't make it to vegas with us, we are gonna have a kick-ass reception when we get back with (of course) an open bar enough to make elephants drunk...
3. Except me, because I am PREGNANT!! so, no drinking, but I will love seeing everyone I love stumble around and mumble things about "i knew THAT girl was knocked up".
In other news (but only quasi-interesting to most people)...I feel like shit. Most of the time. There are these little periods of time that sneak up on me and i feel like normal and i have so much to get done! that i have to run all around! and buy stuff! and wait...feel like shit again...sigh...
I am not exactly sure how a baby is going to be able to grow from saltine crackers, ginger ale and orange tic tacs, but am hoping that it will somehow be "enough".
I am barely starting to "show"...to me? it is enormous because i am used to not being fat, but chubby and right now i just look fat...really fat.
And the burping and farting? uuuuugh! No one tells you that this could happen...I read somewhere about "mild flatulence" but nowhere did it say "you will fart so loud that you will wake yourself up and be too embarressed to roll over and admit it was you to your Steve". Also, I can burp my name now...I sound like a trucker. (Notice: no truckers were harmed in the publication of this blog. any and all information was fictious and any resemblence to fact is a total coincidence and word....so before you get all "truckers are fucking awesome and dont burp that much" please refer yourself to the part of this blog where I tell you that "I dont care" and "go away").
Bought my first round of maternity clothes, but haven't really worn them yet...I dont want to be the moron that wore them too early...but am really tired of looking like i buy all of my clothes two sizes too small...
So now...to come full circle, you can all see why little Bodi had to go live on an apple farm in Vermont...my shit was already throwing up enough WITHOUT him having diarrhea on the floor for me to clean up...
So be happy for me, okay? Because i am finally fucking happy! yay me!
