GAH. Please feel free to skip this.
The boys woke me up at 5:30 this morning. I had done like six Saturday’s worth of work by 2:00, and since then I’ve done nothing but knit and eat.
I’m not complaining, bear in mind. It’s storming here and I am glad to be cozy inside. BUT DUDES, it doesn’t give me a ton of fodder.
I am, however, working on a NAQ: Never Asked Questions. I think it’s going to be pretty awesome.
Also, I don’t think my babymama is pregnant this time. First test was today, and it was early, so she will take another, but it was negative.
I can’t tell how I feel about this. I guess I just felt in my gut that it wouldn’t be this time. I mean, working the first time? That is just not how our baby rolls.
Still, I’m sad. Tired. Mostly tired. When she said she would take the test, I couldn’t even look at B. I couldn’t see the nervousness in his eyes or I would have lost my shit. I had to look at things in the room, not rock my boat, stay inside my head. Then when it was no we chitchatted and then headed to the car, and as soon as we got in I said, “Fuck, dude. I’ve never been so thirsty in my life. When she went to the bathroom every ounce of saliva I had ever created evaporated” and then we did the thing that Jim Carrey does in Me, Myself and Irene when he has cotton mouth, and we laughed most of the way home.