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.
With a month to go until my due date, at 36 weeks pregnant, I think I may have entered the final phase of pregnancy.
Here’s what I did yesterday afternoon:
1. Tidied the living room
2. Tidied bedroom
3. Cleaned the bathroom
4. Tidied the kitchen
5. Vacuumed the rooms
6. Dusted and wiped down all units and anywhere that looked dirty
7. Sorted both my wardrobes out
8. Sorted baby’s clothes and things out
9. Went and took the spare car seat back and got a high chair and walker
Basically, you should all know what I’m on about… Yes, I’m in the ‘Nesting stage’. C’mon. This from a woman who just yesterday morning barely had enough energy to brush her teeth and get dressed. Now I am well aware of what this burst of energy could be fueled by — that labor is coming — soon — but I’m not necessarily convinced!!
My body has finally decided to keep me up during the night. I don’t know whether it’s ready for when baby gets here or whether I’m just not comfortable. I’ve got the midwife appointment later so I get to hear the baby’s heartbeat again 🙂
I’m so excited, cannot wait until she’s here. I’ve been signed off work by the doctor for having swollen feet and ankles from being on them all day at work. So, my maternity leave was meant to start on the 6th of April but I’m off now so it’s all about getting things ready…
Anybody else at this stage or nesting??
Hi, I’m 14 and might be Pregnant.
First of all, I’m very scared to tell my parents. They’re the strict type of parents. My mom always told me if I ever got pregnant, she was going to kick me out of the house. My dad is going to be very disappointed. I’m scared to tell anyone. My Boyfriend, who is the baby daddy, said if he ever becomes a teen dad, he’s going to kill himself. He’s 15. He smokes weed and all that stuff.
I also have JRA ( Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis ). I’m scared if this effects the baby. I’ve heard a lot of stories and read so much stuff on the internet about Pregnancy & JRA together. How some girls had miscarriages. Or have gone to labor a month or 2 early. I do not want none of that for my baby. Help? I have lots of questions to ask.
By the way, my cousin, who is 15, hid her pregnancy for a month. I was thinking about doing the same. Now she is like 6 months pregnant & she’s due in June.
Things have been hard, but what has been killing me is that Tuesday makes it 3 years since you’ve been gone. You were a big part of my strength. Whenever my dad and I argued, you told me everything would be okay. I need you here to tell me everything’s going to be okay because I’m scared.
I want you to be here. To see me graduate and go off to college. I want you to see how far I’ve made it. I know you’d be disappointed at some of the things that I’ve done, but I know you’d forgive me and comfort me. You were supposed to be around when I had my first child, started my own family, and graduated college.
I miss you sooo much, Grandma. I wish you could be here. I have to tell myself every day that you’re looking down on me, but sometimes it doesn’t help. I’m glad you aren’t in pain anymore. I remember the day like yesterday. I love you.
R.I.P Grandma 4-3-09 <3
