Current mood:

I have to pee. Always.

Another Friday.
Every day is Saturday to me. I'm just hanging out, not thinking about doing anything. Waiting to see what happens.
I need to go to Target and return some shorts I got for Josh. But I think it's probably too humid for me to leave the house. I'll get humidity poisoning again. That's my made-up disease for when I'm too puffy to get my flip flops on. Being pregnant is awesome.
No, it really is but swelling isn't and humidity isn't.
Today is ironing day. I'm going to iron one of Josh's shirts, my fancy hospital gown, the patches I ironed onto Josh's shorts that are already peeling off, and I'm going to try to iron the fake pocket flaps down on my shorts. I don't even know why my shorts have fake pocket flaps unless it's to make me look fatter. Thirty pounds is doing a damn good job of that already.
To the ironing board.