2) Please for the love of God, DON'T TOUCH MY BELLY. At least warn me first. I don't like being touched and it puts me in a bad mood, so just don't. The next time someone does this, I've promised myself that I'm going to grab the biggest part of their body (belly, backside, boobies).
3) It's Friday, but I can't be happy, because I basically have a shitload of stuff that I don't want to do but that has to be done this weekend. And I'm tired.
4) Please don't ask about my swollen feet or aching back and then tell me I shouldn't be feeling that. Please don't because I don't to have an assault and battery charge.
5) I have a hard time accepting weight gain even though I know I'm pregnant and supposed to be fat.
6) I want to sleep again.
7) I am extremely proud of myself for this conversation:
Rude Heffa: Oooh, you look tired! It must be a girl, you know how they steal your beauty! Haha!
Me: Uh, what?
RH: Well, that's what they say, if you're having a boy, you look better, but if you're having a girl, you look worse.
Me: Oh, well, you know that that's not true. You had a boy and you looked tired the whole time too.
RH: *stare*
Me: *grin*
8) My back hurts, my feet hurt, my head hurts, I can't sleep, I am tired. Yet, I can't
complain.

9) I haven't bought a single thing for this baby. Not a onesie, not a sock, not a mitten. Oy!


