Wow Pt. 2
Now its been like, what? 2 years? I'm getting better. ha-ha.
Nobody reads this thing anyway, but I guess its good to just get all my thoughts out in one way or another that's not limited to 140 characters of rage via twitter, or something somebody's gonna scroll past or start shit about if I post it on my facebook wall. My God social media sucks..Why are we so addicted to it? Seriously, its worse than crack..and it can kill, too, if you're not careful.
Anyway, onto the update.
SURPRISE, I done got knocked up. Yerp..I'm 5 months pregnant with Dustin's baby. Oh, yeah, should have mentioned that first. We're still married. 8 years together and 5 years of marriage and we still haven't killed eachother. Thats an accomplishment in itself. Not that we haven't come close, mind you..There's been a lot of screamin, fightin, cussin, breakin shit, threatnin, and near leavin..but we're still here. How? hell I dunno..maybe we just can't live without eachother, no matter how much we end up hurting eachother over stupid stuff.
And man have we done some stupid stuff..
I'm not going to lie, the last year and a half of my life has been kind of a haze of mistakes in the form of a smoke cloud, a bottle of beer, liquor, or wine..and ending with a near-death experience in a car accident...and finding out I was pregnant a week afterwards, when I was still healing and reeling from it, with two black eyes and a busted up kneecap, and a side order of PTSD.
With this baby growing in my stomach, comes the growing of my responsibilities, and hopefully mine and Dustin's maturity. I want to leave the past behind me, and all the indiscretions of temperarely stowing my 'wild oats' a distant memory that I hope my child will never find out about..and if it does, then so be it..I don't have many good fond memories of any of those things..so maybe I can use my experience to teach it a lesson or two.
No, this pregnancy wasn't planned, but we believe that it was meant to be. The fact that I didn't die on the interstate that night in June was proof enough for me on that. We know it will be the hardest, most sacrificial struggle of our lives..but this baby didn't ask to be born, didn't ask for us as parents..so the best thing we can do is try to make the best life we can for it. We don't know the gender right now, but on Wednesday(October 17th) we will.
Well..that's all that's interesting in my life right now..hopefully I can get back in the habit of updating this thing more often. I dunno who'll read it but its nice dusting off the cobwebs every once in a while..
Nobody reads this thing anyway, but I guess its good to just get all my thoughts out in one way or another that's not limited to 140 characters of rage via twitter, or something somebody's gonna scroll past or start shit about if I post it on my facebook wall. My God social media sucks..Why are we so addicted to it? Seriously, its worse than crack..and it can kill, too, if you're not careful.
Anyway, onto the update.
SURPRISE, I done got knocked up. Yerp..I'm 5 months pregnant with Dustin's baby. Oh, yeah, should have mentioned that first. We're still married. 8 years together and 5 years of marriage and we still haven't killed eachother. Thats an accomplishment in itself. Not that we haven't come close, mind you..There's been a lot of screamin, fightin, cussin, breakin shit, threatnin, and near leavin..but we're still here. How? hell I dunno..maybe we just can't live without eachother, no matter how much we end up hurting eachother over stupid stuff.
And man have we done some stupid stuff..
I'm not going to lie, the last year and a half of my life has been kind of a haze of mistakes in the form of a smoke cloud, a bottle of beer, liquor, or wine..and ending with a near-death experience in a car accident...and finding out I was pregnant a week afterwards, when I was still healing and reeling from it, with two black eyes and a busted up kneecap, and a side order of PTSD.
With this baby growing in my stomach, comes the growing of my responsibilities, and hopefully mine and Dustin's maturity. I want to leave the past behind me, and all the indiscretions of temperarely stowing my 'wild oats' a distant memory that I hope my child will never find out about..and if it does, then so be it..I don't have many good fond memories of any of those things..so maybe I can use my experience to teach it a lesson or two.
No, this pregnancy wasn't planned, but we believe that it was meant to be. The fact that I didn't die on the interstate that night in June was proof enough for me on that. We know it will be the hardest, most sacrificial struggle of our lives..but this baby didn't ask to be born, didn't ask for us as parents..so the best thing we can do is try to make the best life we can for it. We don't know the gender right now, but on Wednesday(October 17th) we will.
Well..that's all that's interesting in my life right now..hopefully I can get back in the habit of updating this thing more often. I dunno who'll read it but its nice dusting off the cobwebs every once in a while..