Sooooo I was feeling all sad and sappy and sentimental and kind of sick (yeaaaah alliteration emotions. wtf) yesterday, so I cuddled up with patrick at around 10pm and fell asleep. I woke up this morning to him staring at me and grinning and cooing. He's as close to heaven as I'll probably get, I think.
During pregnancy, do your abs disconnect from each other? because I can feel them on the sides when I clench them, but not in the front. I know it sounds dumb and it could be some sort of dismorphia without the visual but really...it feels strange.
Patrick's two month appointment is tomorrow, then I promptly go to work after it. I've got split emotions about this...I'm pretty happy that I won't be around to hear the hours and hours and hours of screaming that are bound to ensue, but i'm sad i'm going to miss comforting him. Oh well. And then the day after, he's going to thermopolis.
Tyson and I got into a big fight last night. It wasn't even a big fight...or a fight. We're just both fly-off-the-hook assholes. I told him patrick was going with my mom and sister to thermop, and he said "well then fine. that means I get a day with patrick and you can totally, you know, not hang out with us."
so I flipped. something along the lines of 'how dare you insinuate that I don't let you have time with your son by yourself. I've offered. I've more than offered. I've begged. You think I want to hang out with a screaming child ALL DAY EVERY DAY and then when I have a break, have to do it anyway, except I have to take care of your mood swinging ass too? I never know which one of you is hungry or is poopy through all the screaming and whining and carrying on blahblahblahblahblah"
i havent had that good of a freak out since I was pregnant.
Anyway, I said I was sorry all over the facespace. Eventually he gave me a recipe.
Annnd on that note,
I made the most bomb sweet and sour sauce yesterday, without his help. I'm not gonna let him know that or else world war 3 will occur, but yeah. It was fucking delicious. We had pork tempora and rice with it. I love cooking dinner.
I love cooking.
i'm a terrible cook.
Unless it's desserts. I can make really simple desserts, or really really really elaborate ones. And they're always pretty. My pride and joy of cooking, as of yet, has been my strawberry/rhubarb/raspberry cobbler. Fucking AMAZING. And I don't use recipes for the desserts. or anything else, which explains why i'm so shitty at regular cooking, i guess.
My goal for the year is to make the most perfect cupcake to give people for christmas. I want it to be christmas themed, too. My idea right now is to make a dark chocolate cupcake with milk chocolate chunks in it, and a very, very light frosting (vanilla bean) with peppermint shavings on top. Dunno for sure yet though.
i'm sleepy. dunno how, I got 546571654 hours, but I am. Also on cup two of coffee. Maybe by cup five i'll be okay.
How is the weather for everyone right now? It's hot and sunny, not windy at all (gasp!) and glorious. I was thinking about putting OMF in his carrier and hanging out outside while I try to do something with my glow-in-the-dark legs.
btw? if I get the chance, ever, I'm going to make casey anthony suffer so much she wishes she was buried in her backyard.
I know that Lia got her Implanon today too.. 
Im pleased.
What should I spoil myself with?
lmao
