lucas is applying for jobs. big paying jobs. he's also seeking health insurance. you know, for us. the family. the family that is to be growing, so it seems.

damn breeders bringin' they spawn near my hubs. as much as i would love to have a baby with this man...i just cant get past the whole parasitic aspect of pregnancy/nursing.

i mean, at one point in my life...hell yah! what a gift! what a magical thing!

now?

im nearly slightly skeeved out by the thought of kicks in the tum and stretched out, milky nipples.

sigh.

best of both worlds, i think not.

but then i also think...hmm...knowing EXACTLY what im gonna do for NINE WHOLE MONTHS? sign me the eff up. mama needs a little focus roun' heah.

in other news, i have a bad self tan (still), i got some fantabulous birthday plans on the horizon for hubster, and as of today...i have a gazillion rubbers for which to impede the impending breed sess hubs has planned.

i should prolly walk the hound before he shits someplace.

becky*