November 15, 2011 by Heather
Listen, there were some super annoying people at the gym tonight. I kind of wanted to do a description of some of them on here, but I didn’t want to sound like a meany.. and I totally would have.
But I mean come on. We get it, you have giant and probably fake breasts. It doesn’t mean you have to run across the gym to the locker room then run back to the workout studio then ruuuun over to the water fountain then run back over to the workout studio. Big deal, so they bounce. Walk like a normal person and wear a bigger shirt.
See. Told ya I’d sound like a meany. But seriously, wear a bigger shirt and stop running so much. You’ll bust your chin open.
Moving on. Onward and upward. Like lady’s giant bouncy chest balls.
People keep asking what I want the baby to be. I usually answer, “A cat.” But I know they mean a boy or a girl. That is just a weird question to answer, you know? Like as soon as I say I want a boy, it will come out with girly parts and whoever I told that to will think I’m disappointed. According to my mother, a friend at work, a Chinese gender chart, and a few of my pregnancy symptoms, it is a boy. According to my mother-in-law, it is a girl. Obviously, a girl would be super fun, as I myself greatly enjoy being one of them and think it would be fun to raise one. Also obviously, a boy would be super fun, as I myself love boys and remember what my little brother was like growing up and how sweet and fun he was (and still is). Also, Andrew and I agree on more boy names than we do girl names. There are lots of pros and cons to each. No, I’m not going to list them.
But if it is in fact a young lady who I am growing in this expanding midsection of mine, you better believe that this will be on the birthing playlist.
Beyonce, you are so weird in this video.