It’s the weeekend!!! My weekend began at 6pm…yet i’ve screeched my
‘brakes’ on kitty cat ‘ stoppage,’ in order to have a much needed little bit of rest. I’ve been working, working, working and not only has it made me feel better. It’s actually kinda let me take my mind off the whole ‘going into labour soon‘ circus of scream-fest and aided me on the merry path of denial. When i’m occupied, i forget all about the manner in which my bambino will enter the world. (Hopefully with a ‘bump & flex.’) However, then mid-pause, i’ll find myself not being able to see my toes, breathe the way a Glamour puss should beable to breathe, going through momentary back ache and then glaring at pictures of Jessica Simpson wishing i had her ‘These boots are made for walking’ video body, as I ‘aww’ at the baby pink booties a lady named ‘Karan‘ bought my baby. Awwww…
This morning i went a weird morning shopping spree. Now i despise supermarkets, yet in the morning, when i need healthy preggo snacks, i really don’t mind a trip to Sainsburys. I buy freshly chopped coconut chunks from there and then chew on them all day until my teeth bleed. Delicious.
Unfortunately this morning i had a spaz hand, due to my Piggy Flu injection arm, not being in full function mode. I went to grab yellowy/green apples. Yet everytime I attempted to ‘left hand grab,’ one and throw it in one of those ‘pull & be plastic’ bags that they have weirdly lingering at a certain height. It kinda missed the bag and threw itself onto the floor. (OMG, there is a lady breast feeding a camel on my telly.)
Anyway, my apple drama occured three times in a row and I watched them roll their merry way across the floor. Loverboy was in charge of retrieving them and asking me if i still wanted them..as i giggled at my own clumsiness. THEN some middle aged woman..who i’m going to named ‘BIG OLD BITCH’…looked at me from under her dark rimmed glasses and her dark grey bob…and gave me a disturbing look, like she despised my utter existance. ‘Big old bitch’ did her face at me over and over again, until i had to stop her in her ‘ grey’ tracks of ‘no fun’ and whilst giving her a ‘what are YOU looking at face’ and actually saying ‘Yeah? I have a spaz hand.’ I hate women like that. All disapproving for no real reason, other than the fact that they take life far too seriously. I laughed at her, then *hair-tossed* my way, away from the fruit and veg to my place of work, with a no red faced Loverboy..who was weirdly sloooow as hell today? He goes on these modes of slooow on occasion, where it takes him a million years to do anything worthwhile or decisive. I’m fast paced and even when preggo. Therefore i’m not keen on anyone who is slooow paced. (My *Bump* will now ONLY kick if a man touches her. Learing fast! I guess the apple really doesn’t fall too far from the tree. 4 weeks left and i’m bizareely not afraid of the ‘being a mum’ part. It’s the vagina being ripped open for her in order to beable to part of my life fully, that terrifies me.)
I’ve tried to be really healthy today…and failed. Yet i’ve had a wonderful day. I can’t for the life of me remember what happened? But i do remember learning not to trust certain people. I’m an open girl..an honest girl and therefore it upset me today to hear that a chica had taken my words completely out of context and made another pussycat, that i actually do admire cry her eyes out, with the words that I had apparently spoken. There’s certainly no need for such foolery..(I’m currently being highly distracted by a human sized elf man, galloping around a pot of gold?)
Anyway, enough of all that, i’m terribly exhausted. However, i’mnot one to dwell because TOMORROW i get my weave put in! Woohoo! I’m super excited because every decent girl, who’s about to go into labour must have her weave put in! Nothing like hair extensions to ease the fear. My grooming process for my post baby birth period is beginning to take place. I’m loving it deeply. I’m finally going to get to look in the mirror and notice myself again. I’m a M.I.L.F in training and girlies trust me..those 9 months of ‘bun ovening’ takes FOREVER. I mean, I didn’t even fit into Pete’s boxer shorts just now. (I had no clean panties…I tried his boxers on and the tops of my thighs nearly DIED with suffocation. He’s no rubbing my back…but not very well. We always get into fights when it comes to massaging because we’re both glamour pusses who prefer to BE rubbed, then DO the rubbing.)
Can’t WAIT to hang out with my mum tomorrow. Girl time rocks. I have high expectations for tomorrows turn of day. New hair, new scenary, new people, new waddle.
I don’t have anything else to say expect…i’d never breast feed a camel…for free. 🙂 Oh! Ohhh! AND today i heard the awfullest news. One of my work colleagues had an aquaintance, slit both her wrists and her throat last night. Luckily she was found and immediately rushed to hospital (Pinderfields in Wakefield,) in order to be restored in a healthy manner. This morning, that same lady…a tough lady i’m told..a police woman, was found IN the actual hospital hanging from her OWN night robe belt, after unfortunately finding a way to shuffle off this mortal coil. 🙁
It just makes you really think about life. I mean what could have happened that was soooo bad that she couldn’t bare ANOTHER single moment on this earth…even AFTER a second chance.
Try to always find you happy place. Love who you are. Celebrate your existance. Make your dreams come true. Focus on what’s great about you. Be good to others. Love. Live and know that the world is a VERY big place. Life is about fun and not to be taken too seriously. What may seem so bad, really isn’t when you look at the big picture.
When i was told the story…it just reminded me of Kat.