The BIG 3-0!

I made it to 30 weeks pregnant!  Whoop Whoop!  This is the most active child I've ever had in utero. I'm kind of nervous to see how active she'll be once born.  I had a little bit of morning sickness creep back up on me, but it's back to normal now.

I had my glucose test two weeks ago and failed it by 8 points.  So they made me do the 3 hour fast glucose test and I passed!  I don't got the sugar-beetus!

I have a secret.... Despite my best efforts, this pregnancy has me acting like a straight up BIIIIIIIIITCH!! I mean like fire breathing dragon, who moved the remote control over there, why are you blinking so loud- bitch!   I just want everything done, when I want it done and that's usually like yesterday!  I don't want to hear nothing. I don't want to see anything.   I just want to play Angry Birds and eat ice all day.

I've heard on more than one occassion from my own mama "I'll be happy when you have this baby because you're meaner than usual".  The NERVE!! *breathes fire*

I mean I just went off on the kids girl scout leader, and she's a reverend.  I know yall saying, "not the Rev, Crys!!"  But yea.  I did.  I mean she deserved to get the business, but still.

I mean I've fussed out repair men, nurses, bill collectors, the butcher, the baker and the candlestick maker.

Then stuff is breaking left and right at my house, so that is stressing me out more. I've got over $4k in damage from a water leak and my house is in turmoil.  Then the fridge decided it wanted to keep beach weather on the inside.  The TV in my bedroom said "f*ck this shyt* and died on me.  Like, what's really good.

Is my house on some old ancient Indian burial ground?  Have I been chosen to birth something not from here!?!

I've been trying to read the bible more.  To help calm my nerves.  I've prayed. I have bitten my tongue.  But if I bite my tongue any harder, that thang is going  to fly across the room.  iCant.

I don't want to be a pregnant bytch.

Below is the picture of what evil looks like.  Don't look to hard, it may rub off on you.  :-(

Poppin Bottles!

My husband and I have been raising babies since WE were babies.  We met in college and instead of working hard towards our degree, we were working hard in other areas..... (sorry mom).
Our hard work really paid off! I got a gig as a "mom" and that was that.  I left school to move back with my mom so I could sort some things out.  Shyt just got real and I needed to take care of it.  I went back to school and got a full time job in the government.
But life was too easy! I needed more pressure.  I needed to be stressed, what good was the hair on my head if it wasn't grey or being ripped out from stress, so I had another "oops" baby.   If I thought shyt was real then, well then it definitely got REAL-er with this second pregnancy.

But I didn't let that deter me from the goals I set out before I became a mom.  I received my degree 1 month before I had my second baby, and I found a career track that I knew I would enjoy at my place of employment.  The father of the kids and I married and bought a house, I even enrolled in school to get my Masters degree.  I was at peace.  

Things were going according to my plan and well I was happy with my somewhat dysfunctional family.  But I still wasn't bald!!!  Lord why is my life so easy.  I mean I was just making ends meet! I NEED to struggle! I mean those weren't my actual thoughts, but your would have thought they were when I announced being pregnant with our third baby.

Aaaah, now I felt better.  I was irregular.  I had constant headaches.  I gained weight.  THIS is what life is about, right?  Stressed the FREAK out, looking crazy?  But then the questions started coming.....

"When are you guys going to try for the boy?"

Man, if yall don't sit down somewhere!?!  I haven't seen this many people in my uterus since my last baby was born!! I mean if we were living in a DELUXE apartment in the sky-y-y-y, I could see maybe people asking that question.  But we don't.  Or maybe if you handed a large sack full of $100 dollar bills prior to you saying that, I wouldn't be as angry. 

I did the math.  I need to stop while I am ahead if I want to be like this:

And so my husband won't be like this:

(no he wouldn't really bail out!! LOL! Just thought it was a funny gif)

So unless you are going to pay for daycare, diapers, and offer to babysit for Baby Neva, then stop asking when we are going to try for the boy.  

We are not here for your repopulation efforts!! I am looking forward to vacations out of the country, without worrying if I left enough breastmilk in the freezer for the baby.  Nerp! NO WAY! No how!

I love my kids to DEATH and wouldn't change anything for all the riches in the world but.........................I'M DONE POPPIN BOTTLES!

*disclaimer: if by any chance I happen to get pregnant again after this, I HIGHLY suggest you put ol' girl on suicide watch*

~EITB