I will not get sick. I will not get sick. I will not get sick.

Bleahhhhh. I’ve been fighting off some bullshit for a couple of weeks now. Runny and stuffy nose, sore throat and a little cough. I’m willing it away though. Its not going to happen. I dont have the time to get sick! After the holiday, comes baby prep and I need all of my days and all of my energy! So it’s been nothing but orange juice and Emergen-C for me. Anddd a couple of caramel frappachinos. I cant resist. I work next to a Starbucks and live half a mile from one with a drive through. No will power!

I want to wrap Christmas gifts today. I’m stalking Amazon and VS to see when they’re going to arrive. I knew I should have just bought everything in the store. I need to make sure I’m here to intercept the boxes though. Lover mentioned that he wanted to get a recliner before the baby got here, so that he could nap with him in it. I thought I was good and threw him off by telling him that they were way too expensive and I didnt want to spend $700 on it. I ended up getting him one and the damn furniture store mailed a postcard to me saying THANK YOU FOR YOUR FURNITURE PURCHASE!!!! Of course he got to the mail before I did and now….BOO. RUINED! I was so sad! I really wanted to go in there and yell at them! I made sure they knew it was a gift and that I didnt want him to know. I cant bring myself to do it though. I’m losing my bitchiness!!! :O

Anyway, I got him another big gift and few smaller ones, so hopefully he’ll be a little surprised. I doubt it though, as I’m pretty sure he reads both my site and Twitter. HI BABE. GET BACK TO WORK.

Oh well. Maybe he’ll be surprised next Christmas! I’m sure our budget for each other will be much smaller and the baby will be getting more than he could imagine!

Speaking of baby, Jeanine sent me a huge box filled with the cutest baby stuff!! I love all of it! Thank you so much mama!! I’ll add pictures once my old makeup is washed off and I’m not in bed.

Okay, I need to get up, get my ass in gear and maybe accomplish something before my Dr appt at 3:30. I cant wait to ask about my poor abdominal muscles that are killing me and the fact that the baby’s toes are tangled in my ribs. My stomach and ribs feel like I’ve been working out all week long. I cant do anything! Thats exaggeration. I dont WANT to do anything!