Kovixen

Although I love blogging, I'm glad it isn't my life. I feel bad for people who obsess over it. Those who HAVE to increase their hits and visits, who can't function without posting two or three times a day. Yuck. Get a life. Really, unless it's your job, you should really get out more. This coming from a woman who refuses to leave her house to go to Old Navy 6 miles away in what is probably record heat for January in Boston because she's lazy. But I'm pregnant dammit! It's an excuse for everything!

I made a baby bag yesterday at 1154 Lill. It is so super cute, I can't wait to get it. It's light blue messanger, with blue, brown, and white polka dots on the flap and a stripe going up the front. Now I just need to buy the diapers, extra outfits, and whatever else goes in the baby bag. Oh, and I need the baby. He wants to get out. He kicks me all the time telling me he's sick of being in there, and at the store last night he kept dropping lower and lower in my belly. It's normally fine because I'm sitting, but it's weirder than hell to feel when you are standing up. I kept wanting to hold him in, like he was going to fall out. He's such a weirdo, but with a parent like me, can you be surprised?

I crossed the official parent line in a previous post with my language. My mother actually commented on it twice. I certainly have no problem with my mom reading my blog because she is a normal person (shocking trait for a parent) and doesn't freak out over silly things like some parents do. Of course, I think the fact that I've always been a good kid and haven't screwed up my life at all probably helps. But now I wonder if I should clean up my language in the future. I normally only say bad things when it's deserved or I'm in a bad mood, it's not like every other word out of my mouth is shocking (exception being when I drive and when I advise at Bentley for some reason-those girls rock). If you have any opinions please let me know.