imma title this,...the kicks in my belly

My weekend was one of those in which you wish you could forget but there is always someone who wants to remind of it. My sister and I got into it. I wanted to knock her the f out. yeah, all six months pregnant of me wanted to get up and punch her square in her face… it was just one of those nights were I wasn’t in the mood to be messed with. Now, when I’m going through these periods, these little slight mood swings, I usually warn ppl, don’t fuck with me. I’m tired, my dog just died… leave me alone. So, she’s getting her drink on, feeling froggy and wanted to start something… mind you, we are at my mom’s place and I’m very respectful of my mom and her place… in other words, I don’t cuss in my mom’s presence nor do I cuss in her house when I think she is in ear shot. But Friday night, the devil was tempting me. I was saying shit and fuck and apologizing right along with it. My mom tried her best to squelch things but we still were going at it. Funny how I still want to punch my sister in the face today but I love her and like her no less. I must excuse my sister for her misstep, because obviously, she didn’t know whom it was she was fing with.

Baby is chilaxing. Kicking me in the bladder, but hey, what is new. Im tired of being tired, of running to the bathroom every hour on the hour, of having the rest after a few steps taking, of having to sleep on my side because sleeping on my back makes me feeling like I’m about to drown or even sleeping on my sides makes my damn legs go numb, my belly itching so badly I feel like taking a hard bristle brush and go to town on it. I want my body back, damnit!! I would do it thrice over for shawty, though. Big up to all women. I now understand why God gave us the ability to bare children….