This is me bitching and moaning. TW: bitching and moaning.

But dammit, I need positivity. My in-laws (parents, SIL and BIL) are coming in for my husband's birthday this weekend. I've been cleaning all morning and painting shelves and just generally rushing around. I'm beat. I need to make 2 (two) delicious cakes. We're having an open-house style party tomorrow night and telling everyone I'm pregnant. Until then, I have to pretend not to be pregnant and pretend to have energy and try not to scream and cry about something/everything (the last 5 days my hormones have been a Certified Fucking Nightmare and I've been acting like a monster). This on top of the regular old Pretending to Like my In-Laws. Which I do not. They're WASPy and close-minded and just generally not my type of people. My SIL and BIL drive me up a fucking wall. Usually I would cope by drinking, but that obviously is out of the question.

I'm not looking forward to telling everyone our news because I suck at stuff like that. I get all awkward and uncomfortable. And I know that my SIL, who is obsessed with being the center of attention, will be angry and jealous. Luckily I have a baby shower to go to Sunday, so I'll somewhat get out of the whole thing early. But until then I'm just dreading everything. They all loooooooove Michigan—why can't I just send them to the bar tonight to watch basketball so I can sit and read short stories in peace? They don't really want to see me, and I don't want to see them, so why do we all have to pretend? HOSTESSING SUCKS HAIRY DONKEY BALLS. Guhhhhhhh. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. I have to bake and vacuum and shower and go to the grocery store. Fuck this shit.

Everyone pity me, my life is obviously totally awful. It isn't at all. I'm just a fucking negative baby.

Here are pics of the cakes I'm making to make you don't hate me: