A Very Merry Un-Birthday To Me
Well, as tradition would have it, my birthday this year totally SUCKED. Worse than usual. Got to my mom's house for dinner, which were the only plans I had, to be screamed at by her boyfriend because of ketchup. My mom had called to ask if I could bring some with us, Ben told her we had absolutely no money to pick some up, but that we'd bring our bottle. So we got there, and her bitch-face-ass-muncher boyfriend started to SCREAM at me because we didn't buy him a new bottle, and then told me that our bottle was staying there with him cos he needed it. Didn't ask, no, TOLD. SCREAMED. I was like, "Fine, whatever, just PLEASE STOP SCREAMING AT ME! NOT NOW, NOT TODAY PLEASE." To which he started screaming louder and trying to lecture me about fucking ketchup. I grabbed my shit and left. Ben followed behind and on the way home I started cramping. So off to the hospital I went. They poked me with needles and shoved a cathater in my pee hole to take an ultra sound to check on the baby and make sure that I wasn't having a tubal pregnancy. Thankfully the baby is fine, and so am I. They said it's just a cist that some women develope early on in pregnancy, and that I should take things easy and try to rest. So I spent the entirety of my birthday in tears, Ben and I had been having a spat before we went to my mom's, and I was just all around ready to have a nervous breakdown. I fucking despise people... and my insides hurt and now it burns when I pee. Fuck you world, seriously. The only good thing to come out of yesterday was knowing that our baby is doing well.
PS... They think I'm about 3 weeks along, so Baby Wolf is a little meal-worn with stubbies. Aww.
PS... They think I'm about 3 weeks along, so Baby Wolf is a little meal-worn with stubbies. Aww.