jeans: F21, top: Nordstrom Rack, leather jacket: Hollister, booties: Target
that little hut in the background to the left is my neighbor's chicken coop. i feel bad for those chickens. they must be cold. oh and please don't worry, i'm making a hair appointment ASAP for those dastardly inappropriate roots.
this weekend i participated in a photoshoot with my pal Sand. she's starting her own business and is wanting to build her portfolio. it was fun, and she is very talented. can't wait to see all the results! i met up with the Fab5 for dinner and a sleepover at Sam's, and JimmyFrank was being a somersaulting fish, so they all got to feel It moving around. they also all got to smell the eye-watering, nosehair-burning pregnancy farts. and on sunday, JJ and i ate sandwiches and watched the badass girls of the winter X games. could have been me if my snowboard hadn't gotten stolen back in '02.
last night i had a dream the baby was a girl. it goes back in forth in my dreams. sometimes it's a boy, sometimes a girl, sometimes an alien. i'm so excited to see what JF will really be (preferably not the latter). anyway, in my dream i was in target and a greasy man walked up to me, punched me in the face, and stole the baby AND my Louis bag (which had Cleo in it). what a travesty right?! and no one would help me. it was a terrible nightmare. is that a subtle message that my top three favorite things in life are the baby, Cleo and Louis?
and actually add JJ to that list of favorite things in life. because i don't know if this is a pregnant thing or not, but lately it has been really really hard for me to be away from JJ. like it's weird how much i just want to be around him at all times. i mean i generally like being around him normally, but i also enjoy my own space. lately i'm extremely clingy and needy but not in a high maintenance kind of way (JJ may disagree about that high maintenance part, plz don't ask him), i just need him to be in my peripheral vision at all times. especially at 4 a.m. when i'm awake and dinging around on my pad reading and making endless to do lists. (i call my iPad my pad. was that confusing? did you like think i was talking about a maxi pad?) when i was up in the middle of the night at Sam's house, JJ's wheezy snoring was absent in the background and it really freaked me out. and when we are sitting on the couch or laying in bed, i have to have a piece of me touching him (i.e. my cold toe on his arm, my elbow in his rib, my hand on his buttock, etc). i mean, wtf?! right?! i just can't figure this out.