Until Last Night...
My guilty pleasure is 16 and pregnant and Teen mom, ya I know--gross.
I have not tuned into 16 and pregnant in sometime, but last night boyfriend had a softball game and went out for a few beers after so I was on my own for television and supper (wah) so I decided why not indulge in some trash TV
And baby daddy Colin...
These wonderful people will name their son the same name we have taken almost 7 months to decide.
UGH why me?!
Now picture this- me laying on the bed propped up by my boppy pillow shirt pulled up with Burts Bee's oil soaking on my belly... I hear the name from the white trash mouth and immediately start to cry. Like BAWL. Snot flying...everything. So if we decided on keeping the name and ANYONE thinks I picked it because of these peeps I will go into a fit rage because WE had it first!!!!
Also on a even more awesome note: a co-worker of mine who is pushing 70 and has the worst breath I have ever encountered said this to me today and I quote "“Wow you don’t look so pregnant today. Yesterday in your black dress you looked really pregnant and I thought black made people look slimming but guess not” What is it with people?!