Today is my nephew's 3rd birthday. Man, 3 years. It seems like just yesterday I was holding him for the first time. Where does the time go? Anyway, he is the sweetest, most gentle child I have ever known and I am proud to have him as my nephew. Aunt Tori loves you very, very much. Hope you have a great birthday and get everything you want.
I don't go out anymore. I don't see my friends very often. I go to work, go home and go to bed. I live what some would call a "boring life". My only true joy in life is my son, and unfortunately, I only get to see him on a part time basis. Today, however, I got great joy. It came in the form of new clothes. I finally broke down and ordered maternity clothes. Brand new, nobody has ever stretched them over their huge belly, still in the plastic, new clothes. I even paid extra to get them in 2 days. That's how excited I was to get new clothes. I don't know why this made me so happy. I know after the baby is born, I'll never wear them again. I also know that after the first wash, they are no longer new. Even still, I am so excited that I could burst. I know it sounds stupid, but it's all I got. So piss off.
Our good friend Frenchie is in need of a job. He told me about getting the boot from his previous job probably a week ago, but I just got time to post today. If anyone knows where a talented TV repairman could get a job, please let me know. He also can do other "fix it" type stuff, that's just what he has the most experience with I guess. Any job would be nice though. Let me know.
Still preggers, still feel just like crap. Getting bigger, running out of pants that fit. Luckily, my sister-in-law brought me a few things I could wear. I grow tired of standing in my closet every morning for 30 minutes crying because I'm too fat to fit any of my pants. I know NHP is sick of it. He has decided that because of my ill behavior, I hate him and will have his baby hating him when it is born. He doesn't seem to understand mood swings, morning sickness(that lasts all day), hormones and being tired from the minute I wake up until I go to bed that night. I guess he thought pregnancy would be a ball of sunshine and fluffy bunnies. WRONG!!! I try to explain these things to him, but he lives in a "the world hates me" state of mind anyway. Explaining only makes him think I'm talking to him like he's stupid. I can never win.
