Friday Night... in 2018

Ok so drunk me makes bad life choices ya’ll.

On Tuesday night I was drunk and I told JM we would hang out on Friday bc drunk me is nice. However, sober me realized on Friday morning that it was bad enough that I’d agreed to hang out with him, but on top of that it was his fucking birthday. Major fail!

So he came over and it was later because apparently he went to dinner with his parents first, which slightly annoyed me because he didn’t bother to tell me so that if I had been hungry I could have gotten food. Luckily I wasn’t hungry. I was cleaning when he got there because my house was just in desperate need of it. So we talked a little bit and I flat out asked him why he apparently looked all sad on Tuesday and he said it was just him and I pressed and he said that the whole fertility thing just really caught him off guard. WTF? I told him about this over a year ago. It’s not like it was some big secret. And he said I’ve been distant lately and I’m like what did you expect? I’m over here planning to try to have a kid by myself and I’m not interested in a bf right now. And he just had this whole fairytale in his head where I would meet his parents and just all of a sudden decide I’m interested in dating him. And maybe it’s a bit harsh, but I was just like nope.... you need to take a step back and realize there are no fairytales, I used to think they existed but they don’t. And he was on the verge of crying and I’m just like nope you’re not gonna cry on your birthday and blame me. So eventually I got done with animals and was going to bed. I let him stay over since I certainly wasn’t up for watching a movie or anything. I let him have birthday sex and informed him it was the last he’d be getting for a good while. The next morning he was trying to let me sleep and take the pigs and dogs out for me and cleaning up. So I guess he’s just not going to get it…

We went to get Mexican food and then he said he’d get out of my hair. I then proceeded to nap off and on all afternoon before going to see ready player one that night. It was good.

So Sunday was the Southern Womens Show which was fun but exhausting.

Sunday night we went bc to the Cheesecake Factory after and it was the first real meal I’d had all day. I didn’t think I’d eaten that much but I ate… anyways towards the end of the meal I just started to feel super nauseous. I originally blamed it on overeating, but I still felt like almost puking the next morning. And I still don’t feel so great. My boobs are a bit sore and I’m not supposed to start for 2 more weeks. I wouldn’t remotely be concerned about being pregnant except for one I’ve been taking prenatal vitamins and two I’ve been going to acupuncture. So I guess I’m going to be wondering for the next 2 weeks… fuck!

Last updated April 10, 2018