Title says it all.

Where to begin really (this is the part where you so "And goodness..." and go get a snack and drink cause this may be a wall-o-text). . .

Well, again, I completely apologize for not answering all of my comments, replies, and deviant stacks in general. I feel bad for deleting the bulk of them but to be 100% honest, I know I'm too lazy at this point (no need to lie) to actually read through all 1000+ messages. So if I offended anyone or you think I was ignoring you, I meant absolutely no harm: I was just being lazy.  (Note: This does include any PM's I've received: I'm answering all of those.)  

Admittedly, it's a bit different with any journal entry: I actually did take the time to read each and ever one of those responses and I appreciate all of them. I never really bothered responding because I knew I'd be repeating myself mostly since it'd been months in between when I wrote it and when I respond (and knew this journal was coming). So again: if I offended you by not responding, I meant no harm.

Real Life's been kicking my ass--but not in a negative way.  It's just been more of a 'get my ass in gear/on the ball' type of ass kicking. Currently, I'm five months (22 weeks I believe, I have a hard time keeping up with counting weeks, I won't lie) preggers. The baby is healthy and active (it really likes to move at about 7 p.m. and a.m.--foreshadowing? ) and to be honest, I'm super attached already.

It feels...odd. The pregnancy itself has actually been pretty easy going on me (my baby's so sweet!), save the exhaustion and need to sleep--and constant potty breaks. But it's just odd being super attached and over protect of someone I haven't even seen or gotten to fully interact with yet.  And I think about everything differently now, in a less self-serving way and more of a 'what's best for baby and me?' kind of thing. How I eat, what I do, future events--all effected by what I want best for the baby. I'm not selfish mind you and okay, maybe a bit spoiled (I'm the youngest in my family) but it's just odd to me right now. Odd but right, if any of that made any sense.

On the fun side of things: my breast are getting bigger and I'm like, super hyped about that. Seriously, it's the most exciting thing I've been looking forward to. (Candy's love of boobs = from her creator. )  That and I like having a baby bump: they're super cute and it's fun just talking to it because I know something is in there, just waiting to come out and greet me.   I can already picture the baby's smile when I make it laugh and my heart break when I see that first sad face full of tears and the need to make my little sweetie smile again.  I'm so not looking forward to the delivery--hear those are painful and make me want to punch the nearest person out of rage and pain--but the pay off will be worth it, I'm sure.

Bah, ramble mcramblely. Just be glad I didn't break down into baby talk.  Anywho, the baby is due in September, so I'm gonna cram as much time here as I can, when I can before it shows up and runs the place.

That's pretty much me all these months: baby stuff, working, eating (of course), and my husband and a family friend getting me addicted to Monster Hunter Ultimate 3.

The fatigue and drowsiness has finally toned itself down enough so I have gotten to actually draw more lately.  I'll post as I get it all colored/lineart-ed/give up because I'm never gonna do anything with it and dump it in my scraps.

That's really it for now.  I'll post the baby's gender once that picture is finished.  Later!