So, I didn't dye my hair. I'm going to try and put it off for as long as possible.
I am getting a bit used to my natural color, I guess.
I haven't seen it in like 10 years!
Feh.
And now I will tell you some of my internal ramblings. Just for the sake of externalizing them.
I am going to start a revolution of new fangled body mods.
I am going to camp out in Vegas and wait for a meteorite to fall to earth. Then I am going to promptly run up to it and place it on my body, searing my flesh. SPACE BURNS! Fuck yeah. I'm cooler than...well, cooler than your Mom for thinking of that one.
Ok, Back to earth now. I have been putting together a baby book. So far the only things I have to put in it are: a certificate of pregnancy, a 6 week ultrasound pic, and a second month non-existant belly pic. I actually took another picture last night, and I haven't sprouted any sort of belly as of yet and I am 1 week from my 2nd trimester.
Poo.
I guess it's not common to show anything until the 4th or 5th month though.
I have another ultrasound on March 1st, so hopefully I will see that the lil' shrimp is still alive and well. I might even be able to tell the sex by then too.
Listen to me.....Baby baby baby...It brainwashes ya, I say. All of you non-mothers out there just wait, wait till you have a bean of your own. You will suddenly become almost incapable to not think/worry/wonder about it.
I need to go to bed.
So tired lately.
At least I'm not waaay seasick feeling anymore.
Allthough still way sore.
Not to mention (Once again) the rock hard boobs.
Cut me some slack though. I never really had boobs before.
Now I feel like Pam Anderson with my perky rock-hard gazongas.
On that note, I retire.
G-Night!
I am getting a bit used to my natural color, I guess.
I haven't seen it in like 10 years!
Feh.
And now I will tell you some of my internal ramblings. Just for the sake of externalizing them.
I am going to start a revolution of new fangled body mods.
I am going to camp out in Vegas and wait for a meteorite to fall to earth. Then I am going to promptly run up to it and place it on my body, searing my flesh. SPACE BURNS! Fuck yeah. I'm cooler than...well, cooler than your Mom for thinking of that one.
Ok, Back to earth now. I have been putting together a baby book. So far the only things I have to put in it are: a certificate of pregnancy, a 6 week ultrasound pic, and a second month non-existant belly pic. I actually took another picture last night, and I haven't sprouted any sort of belly as of yet and I am 1 week from my 2nd trimester.
Poo.
I guess it's not common to show anything until the 4th or 5th month though.
I have another ultrasound on March 1st, so hopefully I will see that the lil' shrimp is still alive and well. I might even be able to tell the sex by then too.
Listen to me.....Baby baby baby...It brainwashes ya, I say. All of you non-mothers out there just wait, wait till you have a bean of your own. You will suddenly become almost incapable to not think/worry/wonder about it.
I need to go to bed.
So tired lately.
At least I'm not waaay seasick feeling anymore.
Allthough still way sore.
Not to mention (Once again) the rock hard boobs.
Cut me some slack though. I never really had boobs before.
Now I feel like Pam Anderson with my perky rock-hard gazongas.
On that note, I retire.
G-Night!
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boxofficepoison:
I think it will take space burns from vegas meteorites before I'm impressed with a body mod again.
weirdomanson:
thank you doll! your a sweet heart 