It's kind of hard to keep up with a blog while you're pregnant, because what are you supposed to say? "I puked again today"? Really. I've quit smoking, I don't see my friends very often because I'm so often miserable, and every day is sort of becoming the same routine on repeat - go to class if I have it, lie in bed, see Boyfriend, come back home. I'm currently a very uninteresting person.
I'll try and fix that soon.
...Oh, I guess I could give you an actual update? I'm exactly 13 weeks today and I actually went to my first ultrasound yesterday. Boyfriend's uber supportive and kind of ridiculously adorable when it comes to talking about the baby, so all's been good. :)
I'll ramble more sometime.
3.23.2011
Oh, hey.
Life is all crazy lately, but I've finally stopped puking long enough to be a bit more social (this only accounts for the last two days, though...hopefully it lasts longer). I'll try and update sometime - when I remember that my blog exists between all of the chaos and it is simultaneously not one in the morning on a school night. Soon, (I really hope) that means soon.
I hate not being able to sleep. Good night, for what it's worth.
I hate not being able to sleep. Good night, for what it's worth.
3.05.2011
Let me brief you here.
I know I haven't posted in a while, but that's because a lot has been going on. I've been sitting here debating with myself on whether this is a good excuse, though, for lack of updating a blog - if there's a lot going on, I should have a lot to say. It's not as if I haven't had the time to post...I suppose it's just that my mind hasn't been in the right place. Anyway, I'm here to update on the status of my life as of right now, though I probably won't go into much detail until a later post.
The drama in my house has been reaching particularly intense levels, and I'm not exactly fond of being a part of it all. My dad's only (very, very) recently informed us that his girlfriend is 7 months pregnant and that they're going to be married the beginning of next year. And now I'm pregnant - 2 months next Thursday. It's been insane, and I'm extremely grateful to have Boyfriend. He's been supportive and helpful and logical, and he wants to be there for every doctors appointment, wants me to live with him so that he can experience every moment with me. I appreciate the fact that he didn't turn and run at first mention of our situation, like a lot of young males might have done. Anyway, I'll explain more later what happened when I outed the news, both to family and friends.
As of right now, I'm just getting everything in order and working toward moving into the apartment with Boyfriend and two of my best friends (probably his best). I doubt I'll have a phone there and I know I won't have internet access, but there are Starbucks locations all over this damned town, so I'll be able to pick up wifi every once in a while.
The drama in my house has been reaching particularly intense levels, and I'm not exactly fond of being a part of it all. My dad's only (very, very) recently informed us that his girlfriend is 7 months pregnant and that they're going to be married the beginning of next year. And now I'm pregnant - 2 months next Thursday. It's been insane, and I'm extremely grateful to have Boyfriend. He's been supportive and helpful and logical, and he wants to be there for every doctors appointment, wants me to live with him so that he can experience every moment with me. I appreciate the fact that he didn't turn and run at first mention of our situation, like a lot of young males might have done. Anyway, I'll explain more later what happened when I outed the news, both to family and friends.
As of right now, I'm just getting everything in order and working toward moving into the apartment with Boyfriend and two of my best friends (probably his best). I doubt I'll have a phone there and I know I won't have internet access, but there are Starbucks locations all over this damned town, so I'll be able to pick up wifi every once in a while.
2.16.2011
Or else!
You tell that fucker that if he doesn't answer me immediately, I'm going to hit him so hard that he'll wake up and ask what day it is. And we'll say Thursday...a year from now. Only I probably won't actually do that, because I think it's pretty obvious that they'd send you to jail for hitting someone so hard that you put them into a coma. I think. Maybe I'll just kick him in the thigh hard enough to leave a bruise. Yeah. You better answer me, asshole!
I'm so threatening, I know. Whatever.
I'm so threatening, I know. Whatever.
These things happen
When my sister and I are together alone (it makes sense), we have the strangest conversations ever. Here's today's:
Taylor: I think I'm gonna tell my kids that chocolate is drugs so that they'll be afraid to eat it. And then when their friends give it to them they'll give it to me and I'll eat the fuck out of it.
Sister: Yeah, and then when they're older...like 14...their friends will give it to them, and they'll try it and get a sugar high.
Taylor: Yeah! Like after we have a fight he'll be like, "FUCK MY MOM!" And he'll totally try and rebel by eating it.
Sister: Then he'll be like, "What is this supposed to do to you? I can't...sit...STILL!"
Taylor: And then he'll come home and tell me he has no friends left because of his reaction to chocolate...I think this is the best plan EVER!
We're normal.
Taylor: I think I'm gonna tell my kids that chocolate is drugs so that they'll be afraid to eat it. And then when their friends give it to them they'll give it to me and I'll eat the fuck out of it.
Sister: Yeah, and then when they're older...like 14...their friends will give it to them, and they'll try it and get a sugar high.
Taylor: Yeah! Like after we have a fight he'll be like, "FUCK MY MOM!" And he'll totally try and rebel by eating it.
Sister: Then he'll be like, "What is this supposed to do to you? I can't...sit...STILL!"
Taylor: And then he'll come home and tell me he has no friends left because of his reaction to chocolate...I think this is the best plan EVER!
We're normal.
2.14.2011
Let me say things that aren't that interesting real quick.
I've basically had the most random few days.
I don't remember which day it was, but I basically spent a day just hanging out with my sister and Kendra. Took my sister to get a haircut while Kendra and I scoped out surrounding stores. We decided to check out PetCo, and obviously we had to freak ourselves out. Right? How can you not? There are SNAKES in there and even though there was a sheet of glass between me and this thing I was still afraid it was going to eat me, and so why shouldn't I get in its face? Don't mess with my logic.
We pretty much took pictures of all of the things that scared the crap out of us because we're fucking weird and it for some reason entertained us. My Facebook status for the day? "At PetCo with Kendra and Megan, taking pictures of creatures that give us the heebie-jeebies and talking to fish. Lmao!" Yeah, we talked to the fish, what of it? Also, Kendra watched a bunch of very tiny mice run around on their little wheel and they were all trying to run at the same time and every once in a while one of them would get stuck on there and would just lay flat and hang on for dear life. And she laughed. Hysterically. It was kind of hilarious.
Anyway, on Friday I had Butter pick me up and we were going to go hang out with a friend but no one could get a hold of him. So instead he called up Boyfriend's sister and met up with her. Boyfriend said he didn't want to hang out that night, he ended up saying he wanted to last-minute. Butter had been drinking so he let me drive his car and it was awesome. Because I'm used to driving the Mammoth, that's why. Driving that little car felt kind of weird, and now my dad is making fun of me. Something about me refusing to drive the van less than a year ago and loving it now. Shut up, Dad.
Mm, Saturday was fun for a while, but things got a little complicated and full of drama. I'll cut some of the story off out of respect for B-boy, but I'm a little frustrated with him. I was sober driver that night so I got to drive his car home from Ivanhoe and it's in that car that I had a phone thrown at my face and people trying to jump out of the car at 55mph, and I just might punch him next time I see him. I was too angry to punch him that night, so I just went to sleep. Ha. Anyway.
I applied for a bunch of jobs today and still plan to check out a few more places, so I hope I get something soon. I told my dad that I'm searching for a job and he asked me if I was planning to leave. Ha. I think he forgets that I'm 20. Not planning to leave tomorrow or anything, but work with me, Pops.
I think I'm done with this. It wasn't as interesting as it could have been, but you know, I just felt the need to write it down. Whatever.
I don't remember which day it was, but I basically spent a day just hanging out with my sister and Kendra. Took my sister to get a haircut while Kendra and I scoped out surrounding stores. We decided to check out PetCo, and obviously we had to freak ourselves out. Right? How can you not? There are SNAKES in there and even though there was a sheet of glass between me and this thing I was still afraid it was going to eat me, and so why shouldn't I get in its face? Don't mess with my logic.
We pretty much took pictures of all of the things that scared the crap out of us because we're fucking weird and it for some reason entertained us. My Facebook status for the day? "At PetCo with Kendra and Megan, taking pictures of creatures that give us the heebie-jeebies and talking to fish. Lmao!" Yeah, we talked to the fish, what of it? Also, Kendra watched a bunch of very tiny mice run around on their little wheel and they were all trying to run at the same time and every once in a while one of them would get stuck on there and would just lay flat and hang on for dear life. And she laughed. Hysterically. It was kind of hilarious.
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| I think I hated this guy most of all. |
Anyway, on Friday I had Butter pick me up and we were going to go hang out with a friend but no one could get a hold of him. So instead he called up Boyfriend's sister and met up with her. Boyfriend said he didn't want to hang out that night, he ended up saying he wanted to last-minute. Butter had been drinking so he let me drive his car and it was awesome. Because I'm used to driving the Mammoth, that's why. Driving that little car felt kind of weird, and now my dad is making fun of me. Something about me refusing to drive the van less than a year ago and loving it now. Shut up, Dad.
Mm, Saturday was fun for a while, but things got a little complicated and full of drama. I'll cut some of the story off out of respect for B-boy, but I'm a little frustrated with him. I was sober driver that night so I got to drive his car home from Ivanhoe and it's in that car that I had a phone thrown at my face and people trying to jump out of the car at 55mph, and I just might punch him next time I see him. I was too angry to punch him that night, so I just went to sleep. Ha. Anyway.
I applied for a bunch of jobs today and still plan to check out a few more places, so I hope I get something soon. I told my dad that I'm searching for a job and he asked me if I was planning to leave. Ha. I think he forgets that I'm 20. Not planning to leave tomorrow or anything, but work with me, Pops.
I think I'm done with this. It wasn't as interesting as it could have been, but you know, I just felt the need to write it down. Whatever.
Happy Valentines Day, assholes.
Valentines Day is funny, but I can't decide if it's funny-ha-ha, or just funny-sad. It's the one day of the year where everyone has to act like they actually like each other; married men have to remember to spend money on their wives or suffer a woman's wrath, children have to buy little pieces of foiled-covered cardboard and give them out to a bunch of other 8-year-olds who they don't even like, and teenagers get to bitch that they're single again - as if they don't have the rest of their lives to fall in love (it's really not that much of a tragedy, high-schoolers).
Furthermore, while I was walking home today the flower shop was absolutely swarming with men trying to pick the right flowers for their significant others. Here's the thing: stop with the flowers! It's like, "Here's a token of my love. Only you have to make sure to keep them in water and to properly care for them, even though they're going to die in a week either way." Yeah, work for my love, but don't expect it to last. That's so romantic. (Also, I just don't appreciate almost being run over by a bunch of dudes trying to buy flowers at 1:30 in the afternoon. You should have had this shit figured out before your wife woke up. Someone was obviously in some hot water, mm?)
And so, what the hell? If you're going to bother telling someone you love them, tell them on a day that you're not obligated. Stop pretending that 'love is in the air.' In reality, everyone hates everyone, and yet we're all pretending that we love each other because February 14th said we had to. Here's the deal: I won't believe anyone who says they love me until tomorrow. Even then we're getting a little iffy. Maybe just don't tell me you love me until March.
And uh, yeah. There's a quick rant for you. I have class tonight and I really need to get my homework wrapped up before then, so I'll update this later.
Au revoir.
Furthermore, while I was walking home today the flower shop was absolutely swarming with men trying to pick the right flowers for their significant others. Here's the thing: stop with the flowers! It's like, "Here's a token of my love. Only you have to make sure to keep them in water and to properly care for them, even though they're going to die in a week either way." Yeah, work for my love, but don't expect it to last. That's so romantic. (Also, I just don't appreciate almost being run over by a bunch of dudes trying to buy flowers at 1:30 in the afternoon. You should have had this shit figured out before your wife woke up. Someone was obviously in some hot water, mm?)
And so, what the hell? If you're going to bother telling someone you love them, tell them on a day that you're not obligated. Stop pretending that 'love is in the air.' In reality, everyone hates everyone, and yet we're all pretending that we love each other because February 14th said we had to. Here's the deal: I won't believe anyone who says they love me until tomorrow. Even then we're getting a little iffy. Maybe just don't tell me you love me until March.
And uh, yeah. There's a quick rant for you. I have class tonight and I really need to get my homework wrapped up before then, so I'll update this later.
Au revoir.
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