:'( massively long vent: had to let my horrible week out of me...

Okay so to start my super long vent...So I'm totally going to stop sharing names on tb... no probably not, because I don't know what's good for me... I want the help but at the same time I get bummed out reading peoples negative opinions... maybe I should just start leaving this between me and FI... yea I'll try my best to become just a baby name board lurker... although I'm glad I use the boards because I didn't realize how popular "Charlotte" was becoming... I thought it was classic and unique a few months ago but god there's like 12 on her alone that have either already named, plan to name or are seriously considering naming their DD this.... just needed to share my sudden bummer feelings thanks on that but now for the crappy/good stuff...

I'm going to share the rest of my week too because I just had the last straw! So I am so so so SICK of this couple that we're "friends" with... we became friends with them over a year ago. Since then they like to constantly invite themselves to our home!!! Like I don't have enough going on!?! They come into our house, Charlie is nice, I like him alot but his chick Shadoe (YES SHADOE *eye roll*) is a total rude entitled mooch... she will seriously bring like a bag of chips and a couple drinks to a movie night or game night and then eat EVERYTHING in our house WITHOUT asking for a god damn thing! But will she leave the things she brought here? NO.. even if there is 1 drink left or 6 chips left she will MAKE ABSOLUTELY SURE they DO NOT leave those behind! AND She is one of those people that will randomly get ahold of you and ask if you want to do something and ya know I'll be like sure what did you have in mind, movie, dinner, bar? Nope she thought they could come over and hang out because they are bored! Like maybe you and your boyfriend should move out of his freaking parents basement (they are 22 and 24!!) and get your own place and stop bugging us to come here and useur home because you want privacy away form the fam and myself and my FI are the only ones that are generous enough to tolerate you!!! Then if god forbid I don't respond to one of her texts or emails she won't leave me alone for days and then she will de-friend me on facebook and tell me in these words "that isn't how you treat friends, if you want to keep them" MAYBE I DON'T WANT TO KEEP YOU ***!! but yet I am calm, I am nice, I am generous and I am the bigger person and can't bring myself to be the bad guy and tell her what I really think. Oh and a week later, she'll be lonely, want a friend again, re-friend my on facebook and be all happy go lucky! Ugh!

Also this week has been like hate on the pregnant chick week... First at walmart this stupid blonde like 17 year old bimbo (nothing against blondes this chick was just a MAJOR bimbo and happened to be blonde) was walking in the door talking on her cell phone pushing her cart like she was all cool and came thisssss close to slamming right into me... then whatd she do look at me and say in a wonderfully nice tone of voice (massive sarcasm..) "excuse you" EXCUSE YOU?!? YOU STUPID TRASHY ASS LITTLE SLUT oh my god if FI hadn't pulled me along I would have shoved her fake ass little coach bag up her twat!!!!

Same walmart trip... FI went to get deod and I was picking out what kind of litter and cat food to get... and this women comes up to me and starts yelling at me LEGIT YELLING because I am pregnant and "do I know how dangerous it is to clean a litter box while pregnant? Did I know I would kill my baby by doing that? Did I want to kill my baby??" Like OMG WTF... I calmly explained that FI cleans the litter box and has since we found out 8 months ago that we were expecting... that seemed to calm her and she left me alone... until FI came back then suddenly she popped around the corner like she was waiting for him and she started yelling at him! Now if this was a little old lady okay would have been excusable but this women couldn't have been more then 30 years old... needless to say that was a very quick walmart trip that promptly ended with me bawling in the car.... but the fun just keeps building on...

About 2 days later I stopped into petsmart to get food for my hamster, I was looking at all the little fuzzies and playing with one of the birds (I'm an animal lover... I can't help it hence why I went alone and FI went to ***'s because FI can't stand being stuck in the place for 2 hours while I play with them all!) and one of the women passing by had an adorable older yellow lab, and she came right up to me tail wagging big old eyes pleading for me to smother her so I asked the women what her dogs name was and if it would be okay for me to pet her? Well the women yanked the dog away from me... much to the dogs dismay I might add... gave me a nasty look and said "NO your pregnant" and walked away really fast like I had a disease... I just wanted to pet the doggie so ok I so wanted to cry at that point so I figured time to get the hell out of here and go home...

I went to check out and the young cashier was a really sweet guy and he asked me how far along I was and I told him, then he scanned the bag of hamster food, read it looked at me and asked if this was for my hamster and if I cleaned it's cage... I wasn't too mean but I was fed up so I answered "yes it is for MY hamster and yes I DO clean it's cage and NO my doctor said it's absolutely fine and I'm not 6! I wash my hands after doing it or holding her and I don't appreciate being patronized by a kid with what no more then a high school education?" He looked so taken aback... apparently he only wanted to offer me a deal on a cage disinfecting spray that's a little less-scrubbing-hands-on and works awesome, he uses it and likes to suggest it too everyone who has a small animal. OMG I FELT SO AWFUL I apologized profusely explained how it's been a really hard week and I'm a little on edge and he laughed and was okay but I still felt so horrible... once again I got in the car and cried my eyes out.... and last but not least...

FI and I decided to have a nice outting at the Casino last night... I was so excited! Get out of the house, gamble a bit, get an amazing piece of fudge from their bakery yum yum yum... 10 minutes into being there FI decided he wanted to treat himself to a nice cigar, $40 later he went to throw some more money on my card and I was waiting by the opening to the floor holding the unopened cigar and trying to dig his lighter outta my purse... an older man walks up taps me on the shoulder takes the FORTY DOLLARE CIGAR out of my hand waves it in my face says "I should be ashamed at myself and did I want to kill my little miracle" (like hadn't heard that before this week ugh) and breaks the cigar in half!!! THE FORTY DOLLAR CIGAR IN HALF!!! and tosses it into the garbage can behind me!! I was speachless... I actually said I'm sorry like a guilty little kid and the guy walked away... FI returned I calmly told him that he needed to buy a new cigar he freaked and calmed when I agreed to tell him what happened later because I really couldn't deal with it right now... after that we had some fun... I tried to forget the crazy old man and focus on how good I felt and looked.

On a bit of a side not, I thought I looked very nice and classy and as "sexy" as I could for being 8 months pregnant and not trashy at all... I was wearing my black suede peep-toe booties (with like a 5 inch heel, not totally safe but I haven't had many balance issues yet and god I felt so good wearing them!) my really nice dark wash jeans from A&E (they still fit as long as I don't sit down for to long in them! and they are so stretchy and comfy and look great on my butt!) and then a really nice solid black crew neck cotton tee layered over my white cami (the white seperated the black and dark jeans so nice!) and pretty medium length silver drop earrings, hair in a pony tail with my bangs alittle puffed... best I have looked and felt in months!!! Well that all went down the sh*tter...

Then this group of 3 chicks was standing behind us at the roulette table and they were snickering and sh*t and then I hear "god what a tramp" followed by wonderful highly abnoxious peals of laughter... I turn around wondering who their talking about and the one girl looks right into my eyes and tells me to "at least learn to dress with some class now, or my daughter's (she must have heard FI talking to the guy next to him about how it was a girl) going to be as big a slut as mommy" ... like really, why? why? WHY? FI heard her turned around and said "I hope to god you little brats aren't talking to my fiance"... he was so scary they all went white and slowly wandered away, and the pit boss came up to us and asked if everything was all right and he said yes and led me away and that was the end of our night... once again with me crying...

Okay sorry I know that was like a novel but I needed to let it all out... I just hope it's over oh and I'm not leaving the house again until it's time to go to the hospital...