Sadie Ames

Vincent Andrew Ames was born Friday, January 8th. He weighs 7 pounds, 6 ounces. And we get to go home tomorrow.

And he's perfect.

Contractions have started, I think. It's.. I'm not even going to say. I want some fucking pain killers.

Water hasn't broke yet.

Thank god.

Because I suck at remembering

[Everyone who knows Jake]

There was .. something happened, I don't even know what yet except for the fact that Jake's been shot and he's not waking up.

I'm at the hospital if someone needs me, but just..

Yeah.

I want this fucking kid out of me right this fucking second. I've had enough of being pregnant. Christ.

Jake finally knocked me up. It's about damn time.

Ugh I think I have the flu. This sucks a whole fucking lot. I don't want to be all stuck in bed, throwing up all the damn time.

Christ, what if I have the swine flu. That is seriously fucked up. Maybe I should go to the doctor.

Anyone else sick as shit? I hate being sick during the summer.

It feels like every time we get closer to moving something comes along and fucks everything up. Everyone's been so quiet over here, guess I don't blame them. Bad bad shit happened, and there's no way to fucking fix it. It's a mess over here. I just want to go to Vegas and relax. Guess there's no relaxing when you're in this line of work. Or lack of work, maybe I should say.

Be grateful, kids. You all don't know how lucky you have it to have so few real problems. I wish I could go back to being in high school and not have to deal with all this crap.

And to top it all off, I'm not pregnant yet. Jesus christ, how many times do we have to fuck before he knocks me up already. Everyone else and their mother is.

Just a couple more days until St. Patrick's Day. Oh one of my favorite holidays of all time.

You know what I'm sick of doing? Packing. I need some people to come over to this house and pack it all up without trying to smack my ass and fuck all my stuff up. I mean cripes, how hard is it not to slack on the job when you're just putting boxes into a truck?

It was amusing having Craig and Rowan over, to say the least. They're such a weird.. can I call them a couple? I think she's got him hooked around her little finger and neither of them have any idea. It's cute.

It's okay to buy your husband a new gun for Valentine's Day right? I mean that's sort of romantic, if he's that kind of guy.

Maybe I shouldn't tell him what I'm getting him for Valentine's Day. Oops.

I need to go shopping anyway, anyone want to come with?

I am so glad this holiday thing is over. I'm tired of baking cookies and putting up decorations and then taking down decorations and then going to malls. There's too many people in the damn mall even though we're supposed to be going through some recession. And it's all stupid shit you don't need like shamwow's. I mean really? Come on. Don't people know that those things they advertise on tv through infomercials don't. work?

I think the only thing that's worked off an infomercial in that last ten years is a damn George Foreman grill.

But it's all over and done. And things are actually settling down around here. It's like Santa gave me a christmas wish, that overgrown drunk in a red suit.

And yet they've already got Valentine's Day shit out in the stores. Already. Christ on a cracker.

I don't want to see any more Christmas shit for the next eleven months. If I see it in October, someone's getting stabbed.