Are you spaghetti sauce? *blink* *E alien pussles

Ummm, just to clear the air a little bit, cuz I’ve gotten a few notes and "hints at"…

I’m NOT PREGNANT.

Not even remotely a possiblity. NO mistakes or "oopsies" and I’m sure my period will start on June 26th (as scheduled) because that’s how it shall be.

It’s the absolute worst time for any such thing to occur (isn’t that the time it always does though? ha ha)… but seriously, I have no fears of that being the case whatsoever.

I think I know my body well enough by now… and it’s just screaming stomach flu/virus/illness and something else making me dizzy and shiz. But not a baby.

Even Baboo thought it would be funny to joke about it and say "awww prego sally" and I said "I’M NOT TOMATO SAUCE!" (You know, Prego sauce… if you don’t, then google it. damn it)

and that’s about as pregnant as I am.

If I’m a jar of pre-made spaghetti sauce… then I am also pregnant.

ha.

that is all.

but hot DAMN my head hurts.

*E: and a valid question: Why do I say I don’t want to be pregnant when I obviously fuss and whine and have fits over wanting Baboos’ baby all the damn time like a lunatic.

Simple answer, what I really want is for him to agree that in 2 to 5 years we will definitely be TRYING in earnest to have a baby. And hell, sooner is better as far as age and stuff, but at this current time, we’re really not READY for any such insanity… So no, I don’t want to be pregnant right NOW (and I know I’m not). But I hope that in a few years we can try and be ready. I just want that "guarantee", and that reassurance that he wants that too.

Does that make sense?

nothing is making sense.

my head.

is …

bulging.

like some weird

alien

carpussle….

pussle.

ha ha.

alien pussy = pussle.

i’m LEAVING.