Went out with Crazy yesterday and got some Mommy clothes.
4 tops and two pairs of the stretch top maternity pants. 3 of the tops are some shade of purple in varying degrees, one stripped, one plain, and one with pretty flowers in the lower corner. The other one is just a nice gray kind of sweatshirt thing... but it's not a heavy material so I should be able to wear it through late spring.
I only really need a few things right now. Cause I live in big baggy comfortable tee shirts most of the time. Don't get me wrong, I do like to dress up and occasionally look girly, but normally, I'm the one climbing trees and running around falling down. So it's kind of my uniform, comfortable tee shirt, jeans and a hoodie.
I'm not doing much running or any climbing with Squish on the way, but I'm still a pretty big fan of my loose fitting clothing.
I might get another pair of jeans sooner or later. I only have three pair that I wear all the time anyway. All three are beat to hell around the heels because everything is always too long and I'm flat out to lazy to take stuff to a tailor. Or go over and get my sewing machine from my Aunt... cause I'm still not talking to her after the way she treated my mom.
Oh well.... we'll see.
So I had a little bit of a bad day at work.
Because it was sucky and I was tired and Andrew (anyone remember the boy who would get lost in a paper bag even if he turned around and was looking at the way out?) is a huge idiot.
See... Andrew is not very good at ... well talking. He's kind of a socially awkward doffus. And normally I can deal with that. Today however... not so much.
I was tired. And my allergies were bothering the hell out of me. So I was rubbing my eyes and sniffeling all day. I was at the time clock punching in and he was going into the deli kitchen, which is right by the time clock.
He stops dead, stares at me for a second, and says "Wow.... you look like shit."
If you look and see your pregnant friend, and she looks tired... tell her she's pretty. Do not under any circumstance EVER say anything remotely similar to that. Not unless you don't mind getting ball tapped. I could have punched him I swear.  But I kind of had the urge to cry instead.
So I walked into the ladies room, without saying anything to him, teared up, cried for a minute, sucked it up and ignored him for the rest of the day.
I really needed someone to tell me how cute I was today. And Chrissy, another friend, did just that and one better.
She came shopping with her boyfriend and told me a little story.
Pete had apparently finally gotten around to friend requesting her on facebook, even though they've been friends for years and knew each other as children growing up
She denied it. And sent him a message telling him why.
"No. I can't in good conscious be your friend when I know how badly you've hurt one of mine. You're an asshole."
I know I've said that I don't want anyone to say anything to him about Squish... but it felt really good to have her stick up for me like that. I know my other friends would do the same but I really needed to hear something that meant he was feeling some sort of consequence to his actions. That someone is letting him know that it's not okay to treat me like some piece of trash.
Cause I've been feeling like that a lot. And as mad at him as I am... as much as it hurts... I still care about him in a twisty kind of way... he's a part of my daughter.
And nothing will change that.
I just wish he wasn't such a douchbag.
Fine I'll say it... Click my eggs and baby dragons!!!
 
 
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