It's a bloggy blog day.

This one time at band camp...

Maybe not. Anyway. I haven't written in awhile. I hate when I get like this. I get all emotional and built up and then I explode. This is called gunnysacking. I learned about it in my Conflict class. It's a good one. In fact, it's the ONLY class I like this semester. How lame. At least it's technically my last semester. Yes. that's right. I am popular and should be graduating this May but will be so pregnant that  I won't be able to walk with my class. So come December, I better see you all congratulating me when I get my diploma from the NAU. Yes. I will make on average 15,000 more dollars than you people without a degree. Ooooh diss. Just kidding. I don't even believe that myself. Why do people even make you feel like you have to go to college to be a success? In fact, what I want to do with my life has nothing to do with my degree... well okay a little bit it does, but I could do what I want to do without it.

I hate Times New Roman. Seriously. It's so ugly. At least on my blog it doesn't show up like this.

So I got a Charlie Horse last night. AGAIN. Seriously. I think it's worse than anything I have ever experienced. If having a baby come out of my vagina feels like that, I'm not having kids. Okay... well a little late for that eh? My baby hates it when I get Charlie Horses.

I haven't been sleeping well so I think that has to do with the emotionality of all of this. Not to mention the hormones going wacko. I like it though. It's a good time.

David has been so sweet by taking me to class. It's a freaking long walk from the parking lot to my class. And when it's effing 7 degrees outside with a windchill at -2, AND freezing.... yeah. No esta bien para mi. Thank goodness for el husbando. He's a good one. It's a good thing I am not too jealous of a lady because I see all the women looking at him. Then they see his prego wife and start to rethink their daydreams. I'm pretty sure that's what happens anyway...

Yes. I finally started to show. At church on Sunday people were all surprised at my basketball belly. I know what Mollie was talking about now... it just kind of popped out. I like it though.
This is a rambling blog. But it felt good. Like you. FYI: This is info about my baby this week.

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