So here’s the thing.
My mum and I ALWAYS used to argue. Ever since she found out I was pregnant, she’s been helping me out rather a lot, and the arguing has stopped. She’s been absolutely wonderful; buying bodysuits, baby bath and Johnson’s new baby package. However, the downside, she keeps taking over. I say a baby name, she hates it, but then she will say the exact name a few days later (for example. Alisha – Ooh I like the name Alisha and I’d be like ”Mum I said that to you the other day and you said you hated it’)’. It’s really confusing!! She also wants me to use Terry nappies but they are so old-fashioned and I just want my baby to have what I want them to have, if that makes sense? She won’t even let me and my fiancé sleep in the same bed, knowing I’m having his baby. I don’t know whether to just do as she says for respect, but we’ve decided to go away for my birthday on the 21st of Oct, but how do I tell her to calm down and back off a bit?
I duno whether it’s just me being silly…
I am the mother of a pregnant teen. She is 17.
She has decided to keep the baby. She is still attending high school in grade 12. She is doing really good with her schoolwork, but she is constantly being harassed by other girls in the school. They have made threats against her and are constantly calling her names. Has anyone gone through this and if you have what did you do to deal with it?
Please help me help her.
I was creeping on Twitter last night to see if my boyfriend would post. He didn’t. but his sister did this morning… And, oh boy, was it a good tweet.
She posted a pic that said ‘helllooo sleepyhead’, obvi my boyfriend because they stayed overnight in a hotel after a concert. So I click and see awee my babes asl…. WHOISTHATB****NEXTOHIM?!?!?! Some blonde girl, I’d say a foot away from him, sleeping. That’s exactly how we fall asleep & wake up cuz we roll away from each other.. Idk why she’s there or what they did, if anything, or if she just passed out there considering they may have been having a ‘small’ party in the hotel room… Luckily, his shirt was still on so hopefully they didn’t do anything that’s going to traumatize me too much.
Needless to say, I’m a little irritated. I’m going to talk to him about it when he texts me back. I knew he shouldn’t have gone.
Not the first time this has happened with a boyfriend. My previous ex went camping with friends to a campground and I saw a pic of him hugging some girl, not a friend hug, but an embrace… Over this stupid crap. Why always me?
Weekend: Saturday; I find Oreo’s tumor: devastating. Sunday: Oh cool… Boyfriend could have cheated… Whatever.
Everything’s going good, good, good… Ya…
Let me first start by saying; The restaurant I work at closed for the season on Oct. 12th, so I’m currently out of a job. My boyfriend has one making 11/an hour but that’s his money I refuse to use… So anyway…
I have a rat, named Oreo. She’s my baby and I love her dearly. You have a dog, I have a rat. She’s like my dog. She’s a happy healthy little girl. Today, when I picked her up out of her cage, I saw a mysterious bump… A tumor… Exactly what I didn’t want it to be. They’re common in rats and are usually benign and can be removed. Of course, with any pet, if there’s anything wrong you’ll be upset & want to make it better.
I have a dilemma though. Since the tumor is benign it won’t hurt her, but if it keeps growing it will make her miserable & unhappy, and eventually she’ll have to be put down. It can be removed and this will make her happier for a longer time. The only problem is money. Money’s not tight, but with a baby coming and just ‘losing’ my job, I don’t want to spend willy-nilly… Of course, I want her to be happy & healthy, but the surgery could be up to $300. It’s less when they’re found early & small, which she is. It’s about 1/3-1/2 inch across. Like the size of a marble. It CAN be left, but then if I decided to remove it later, then it would cost more. Ugh. It’s NOT cancer, it’s from a high-calorie diet… Which is better, but still not superb…
I just wish things were cheaper… I just wish I could get a job… I wish Oreo wouldn’t have a tumor… Sometimes I just want to scream & scream until I can’t anymore… Then I’d like to cry, for hours. Just because I’m not making any money and feel like an unfit rat mom for this happening and everything… I wish my concert was here tonight, but he’s at a concert in Worcester, MA.
Alone. Upset. Hungry. Awesome.
When it comes to deciding what I want this time around, I would want a baby girl. But if that isn’t the case so long as my baby is healthy, I will be content with that. I keep praying that God will hold my hand and keep my small family close…Because I’ve cried too many tears within the last 24 hours to bear the thought that something worse could go wrong. Though I had a dream my baby was a little girl…But a dream’s a dream…It doesn’t mean it will come true
So I came to the decision. I want to keep this baby, but there are sooo many questions in my head. So many thoughts, doubts, fears, concerns. It’s not like this is my first pregnancy…But it feels different than the first and second ones. I don’t know…I’m hoping for a girl. Since my firstborn is a boy. Just to even the playing field…lol.
Arrgh….Got to finish this mythology assignment due tomorrow and all I want to do is eat and sleep…Something tells me I’m going to be very fat this time around >.<
