okay, so i totally suck at life. and it seems like everytime i finally remember my fucking password to this damn thing and write shit has hit the fan and chanse is like in jail or something, figures. it's my fucking lucky coincidence, eh? haha. oh well, life sucks right now. my pregnancy is going amazing now, nausea has pleasantly subsided and my only bitch is my back hurts like shit and my titties look like someone pulled the string on two inflatable life rafts, but oh well.. i can deal i guess. i just wished that my stupid was here with me, i miss him. i can't believe he got taken away from me like that and shit but once again - our luck, right? obviously. i just hope it doesn't take long to get him back. i figured i would write all this stuff i am thinking and feeling down in here so i don't get questioned fifty eleven times about "what's wrong?" and "where's you're fiance/baby daddy at?" - yeah, i'm a puss.. i wanna write about it but not answer to it, i just don't like to have to explain the same sad story over and over. i don't want people to think i'm seeking sympathy for the fact that my baby's daddy isn't around me and my pregnancy is sort of sabbotaged. i just feel sorry for baby the most, i just hope he makes it back in time to see our miracle come into this world though. i keep imagining what it would be like for the child to grow up a little and be looking through their baby book, but find no sight of those classic pictures of "daddy holding his baby." i'm so sick at my stomach over it. i hope chanse tries hard to make it back to me and doesn't settle for being stuck there longer than he has to. man, i can't remember the last time i went two weeks straight without hearing from him. i thought it was bad when he'd tell me he'd call but get sidetracked and forget when i came in for visits to tennessee to see my family, but my god. lately it's been driving me insane, but i can't let it get to me.. i've got to stay strong for this baby and for myself as well, that's what he would want of me. i guess this gives me time to get the "nest" ready for all of us, to get the baby stuff together, and the room fixed once i get my apartment. thank goodness, that part is at least sort of falling in place.. at least i hope? oh well.. i know i can do this even if it is the hardest thing i've ever had to go through. i just wished he were around to go baby stuff shopping too, feel like baby and i have been robbed, well he has too obviously.. it's not fair.. it breaks my fucking heart.. anyways, i'm going to go.. i guess i should get some lunch, aka : lunch numero uno. :) later..
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Current Music: Dimmu Borgir - The Serpentine Offering
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well, i'm getting ready to go out even though it is hella later than i wanted to be up and get things done, but i'm gonna go out to get applications so i can get a job. i was out in the grocery store and noticed the valentines day decorations and it hit me.. "holy shit!!! it is february next month, that means.. valentines fucking day!!! NO!!!" and i proceeded to get all stupidly emo, so i've decided that instead of being alone on valentines day like i am every year, which did used to be an honor for john (leaving it open for him, buying myself a rose, and sitting home doing nothing) but i don't intend on doing that when i do have a significant other. 1,083 miles away or not, i will have a good one this year.. so i'm going to go out, get a job for a temporary amount of time, and i'm going to get myself a round trip bus ticket (since i unfortunately can't just stay there at the moment, due to current situations) and i'm going to visit my man for a week or week and a half or so.. i can't fucking wait.