I think I'm trying to get a cold, I'm not totally for sure. It sucks though. Anyway! I should update about Boston, yes? I had an absolute blast with Brady and everyone else, even if they did make go up on stage to sing a song. Pretty sure I felt like throwing up the five minutes before I was to go up there. I didn't, thank goodness, but still! I tend to have weird stage fright where I get really nervous about 5-10 minutes before going on stage and after that I'm totally fine. Which is what happened in Boston too. I was completely fine after stepping out on stage. And nobody laughed at me, so that was a plus:). Brady showed me around Boston the next day (although I think he was probably a bit hungover, poor dude) and that was a lot of fun. Usually there's never enough time to do any sort of sightseeing outside of driving past something and being like "oh there's insert landmark here" so it was really neat to actually see some things and get shown around by people who actually live there. I can't thank Brady and the guys enough for putting up with me and housing me. I had a lot of fun though. It was a good last minute trip and good to get out of town, even if it was for a short period of time.

I came home and have managed to go a whole lot of nothing since. I did attend some label meeting last week that was totally boring and only resulted in aggravating me for a variety of reasons. It was boring but also very telling. But things could maybe be changing one of these days. I'm sure it'll all be revealed anyway but I can't say too much. But no, I'm not A) having a tryst with anyone or B) leaving the band. At least I'd better not be leaving the band. I know I've lost my mind somewhere but I think I'd remember something like that.

People keep telling me to post pictures of the nursery since it's done and I keep trying to but my pictures come out looking like crap. So you get the stock photo of the stuff that we bought (or that um...our parents bought :-x cribs are expensive, yo).




Basically that's what it looks like, only the walls may be a little darker but not by much. I'm really happy with how it's turned out though. There's like...nine weeks left? I like to think I'm pretty ready but at the same time I'm totally not. But really I think I'm getting impatint to have him here already. Okay not going to lie but I just miss sleeping on my stomach. And I'm sure Kyle is tired of me tossing, turning and bitching about it the whole time. This stuff is fun, don'tchaknow. There's my weekly whining for this time!

One day I'll write about band stuff again.

brb, going to Boston or something.

No really, I've decided to go into another job field: bodyguarding. I don't think many people would mess with a bitchy pregnant lady. No but really, if anyone sees me hanging around a Sons of Uisneach shows, say hi. Or buy me non-alcoholic drinks. Or say hi and buy me non-alcoholic drinks. There'd better be non-alcoholic drinks somewhere. No green beer for me, unfortunately. I'm going to be there to make sure no one gropes Brady. So if you try to cop a feel, you might get shoved out of the way by my massively growing girth. I WIN OR SOMETHING OKAY.

Anyway, we should move on. So I've stumbled upon this show called "Toddlers" about little girls in pageants. I've watched it for all of ten minutes and it's made me...sort of really glad I'm not having a girl. Granted, I don't get the whole pageant thing. I'm no where near that world so I don't get it. But somehow spray tanning a 2 year old seems very...wrong to me. I don't know. See what happens when I'm not on tour? I watch really bad reality shows. Not that reality shows are...good necessarily but that was one of the worst I've seen in awhile. Oh god I just rambled about stupid shows. I feel like I should do a *headdesk* right there.

We're at...t-minus 77 days or something and I'm beginning to hope that these next 70 some odd days go by fairly quickly. Someone has decided that my ribs are an awesome place to hang out so my entire left side feels like I've been beaten with a baseball bat. I never really knew it was possible to be bruised from the inside out but apparently, it is. He did move out from my ribs about an hour ago but I know as soon as I go to bed he'll probably move back. There's my weekly whining, so I'm going to quit before I go on.

I need to quit shopping for things, by the way. Shopping is a bad, bad idea.