Heavy is the head that's bigger than the rest of my body

So I haven't been good about this blogging thing. You'd think with all the free time that I have, and with all the stupid shit that mommy and daddy talk about, I'd be blogging like a motherfucker. But shit, it's not like I have a fully developed brain, or there's a tape recorder up in this bitch (and by "this bitch", I mean mommy), that I can record conversations or leave notes for myself.

Which is to say, lay the fuck off.

So I'm, what, 19 weeks old now? Shit, I'm growing hair now. I still don't know if I'm a boy or a girl, but if I'm a girl, it'll be the end of daddy, because if I come out with a vagina, he's going to be the most paranoid-ass overbearing, overprotective father, ever. I'm going to be a total daddy's girl and try to manipulate every man I meet and never be in a non-superficial relationship. Otherwise, he knows I'm going to end up having some serious abandonment issues, which will lead me to find a father figure in every guy I meet and fuck everything with a pulse and a dick, because that's the only way I'm going to maintain any sort of self worth.

I got my sonogram in a couple of weeks, and mommy and daddy are going to find out what I'm packing down here. That's going to be about the only time in his life he'd be happy to see a penis instead of a vagina.