Though we haven’t started painting or really anything in the Nursery Room, we do already have plans. My husband and I already know what color the room is going to be painted, the theme. Yet there is still nothing there.
There isn’t even a crib in the room yet. My husband and I are still using the soon-to-be Nursery Room. At the moment, that is still our room. I am 26 weeks pregnant and that worries me. I just hate that there is nothing. We have clothing, diapers, wipes, few things like that. That also worries me. I feel like we should have everything prepared. Time is going by so fast. I’m just so worried that when the baby comes, there will be nothing.
We already know which crib we’re buying. My father actually volunteered to buy the baby the crib. It’s his gift he is giving to us. The crib we chose is online at Babysupermall.com. :)) That site has great stuff. We’re also buying the crib set there. The whole crib set is of Mickey Mouse. My mother designed my room with Mickey and I thought it cute to do the same for my boy. Though, my mom designed my room with Mickey and Minnie. My boy is just going to have Mickey Mouse. :))
The Nursery Room is going to turn out great. The way my husband and I have planned for the room to look, it will look gorgeous. :))
I’ll keep the Nursery Room and everything updated. 🙂 I sure hope we could hurry with his room. I want the room done before 35 weeks of my pregnancy. If sooner…better! I guess only time could tell.
I hope everything goes well. 🙂
Today, I just realized that I had very light stretch marks. Well, I didn’t. My mother told me. She was helping get a skirt on and because we were close to the window, they were visible.
I kind of freaked out. I wasn’t looking forward to that part of the pregnancy. I hoped so much that I wouldn’t get any. Though they are tiny, they are there. I was a little worried until I spoke to my husband about it. I told him and he was disturbed.
He told me something that I really needed to hear. I was complaining about something and that upset him. He told me that I shouldn’t be complaining, that I should just be happy that the baby is healthy. Stretchmarks should be the least of my worries.
That really made me feel better. Though that is not going to stop me from applying lots of lotion to my stomach every night and morning, it made me realize something. I am in no position to complain. I’m so thankful to God. And I’m being so selfish. My husband is right!
Though I wished this never happened, I love my baby. And if stretchmarks are what I will earn through my pregnancy, then be it. I’m gaining something very beautiful at the end. I will never be able to thank God for this miracle. Though my baby isn’t here with me yet. I thank God for taking care of my baby.
I could never be more grateful. :)) I’m glad that some sense got knocked into me. 🙂
23 Weeks && 2 Days Pregnant!
Is it me or are a lot of pregnant teens finding it “cute” and “fun” to have a kid? I understand that, OK, maybe reality hasn’t set in yet for them ….Not until the first few weeks after their baby is born, but too many teenagers are getting pregnant!!!
I mean, my former high school has 9 teens pregnant and not all of them are pregnant. In the past, there were more mistakes…Nowadays, a typical 13-year-old’s dream is to “get pregnant fall in love, and have kids”
I am simply saying this is a “trend” escalating to unreal heights…
And for MTV to play these episodes of Teen Mom and 16 & pregnant… These episodes may be a LESSON LEARNED for most girls… But to some, it only makes them want a baby of their own….Completely ignoring the reality of how difficult it is to support a child.
I am newly pregnant, I turn 19 in May. I am in no way shape or form glamourizing my pregnancy. If anything, I am taking it seriously and prepared to pay the consequences…..
All I can do is move forward and explain to other teens to be more careful.!!!!! It doesn’t hurt!!
I used to be the person who’d tell someone to back the f*** off in a second because they had no right to give an opinion on my life. I’m still that person, but I hate to be rude unless I’m irritated then I’m willing to punch you in the face. Sounds aggressive, yeah I know. It’s a hard month for me. I don’t like to deal with BS because it’s stupid and pointless. Lately, it has been like I’m a little kid being taught not to hit someone. I don’t need lectures to tell me what to do with my life. I don’t need them to tell me when I should have a baby. I don’t need them to tell me that I should go to an actual college. I don’t need them so the person giving it can tell me their opinion. Because I didn’t ask. If I don’t ask, I don’t value it. So it’s just wasting my time. I ask for advice from those who I know will support me no matter what. Not those who tell me “Oh I hope you’re not pregnant because it’s not good for you right now and it’s more likely the baby will die because it’s so close to your last miscarriage.” No, keep your comments to yourself.
Where has the time gone? Last time I wrote in my blog, I was 11 weeks into my pregnancy and everyone was trying to talk me into an abortion. Yet here I am with my beautiful 14-month-old baby girl lying in bed next to me. She is perfection snuggling up to ‘Duckie’, her new Easter cuddly.
I never thought life could be so fantastic. When people see me, they say I look the happiest they’ve ever seen me and they’d be right. This life I carried for 9 months makes me the happiest I’ve ever been, the happiness I feel can’t be described it is beyond what I could have ever believed.
Times are sometimes tough. Money will always be an issue, but I would rather go without than allow my daughter to. She wants for nothing and gets everything. All she has to do is look at me and I’m hers totally and completely. She is my ray of sunshine, always smiling and happy, always loves life. The smile never fades off her face. She babbles and chats away, creating new words and joining small sentences, ‘mooing’ and ‘quacking’ every few words. She loves her animals and believes her cuddles are real.
I can’t believe I ever went to that clinic, ever risked destroying my baby’s life.
she is my life, my soul, my world
Roo, you complete me!
Honestly, I’m bored of being pregnant now. I’m only just halfway through it. Should have another 17 weeks left. It’s so long.
I find it so hard to sleep now. I can’t get comfy during the night. I wake up so early. I’m restless all through the day. I’ve had multiple water/kidney infections during this pregnancy. I’m always too tired/in pain to go out and socialize with my friends. I only see them if they agree to come to my house or when I go to school.
I suppose the only thing still working is me and my boyfriend. We don’t even argue anymore. He treats me like the only person on the earth, like a princess, like I’m worth millions of pounds. I really do feel special and beautiful when I’m with him. Our son kicks constantly when he is around…He definitely knows I love his daddy.
I really can’t wait for this to all be over, because one day in the next 17 weeks, my little man will be in my arms, smiling and stinking the house out. I’m totally ready for the day the little one arrives. He’s perfectly welcome now, just as long as he doesn’t give up on us. His chance of survival is bright. He’s still inside of me and so far his growing rate has slowed down. I estimate he’ll arrive at roughly 29 weeks, maybe later…Well, I’m hoping.
He’s so special, to me, to my fiancé, to my whole family. I’m bringing a new life, a heartbeat and an extra set of feet into the world. I’m so proud of myself! Pregnancy is hard, but I know for a fact motherhood and raising my baby boy is going to be much harder, and will last much longer. But I guess I’m willing to do it.
