Being Pregnant
Ok, as I enter my third trimester, I should probably write down my thoughts here while I have the time.
Good things about being pregnant...you get all sorts of good excuses, that are valid, for not being able to do a lot of work, and getting to sleep more.
Feeling the baby kick and roll around inside you is fun, but a little surreal. Seeing the ultrasound, and having it really hit you taht there's a baby inside you. Thinking about the new person you're making to add to your family is neat. Knowing that you'll get to help another person, who is part of you, get to know about the world...that's cool. Getting to know your own mother better, is very nice. Having people help you get things done, that's good too. I know, I sound lazy. But, honestly, I'm going to be so pressed with baby stuff once it's out of me, I won't have time for anything else. And, I expect to be very busy, so I'm enjoying the last of my free time.
Bad things about being pregnant...Being poor and pregnant SUCKS! OMG, does it suck! Food Stamps and WIC which never seem to give you enough*. *Although Food Stamps have gotten way better as of yesterday*. Having to pee 100 times a day and going through toilet paper like a rabid beaver. No cute underwear...no underwear at all cause you're too poor to buy new stuff, and you're just winging it until after the baby comes. Wearing your mom and mother in law's stuff for the same reason. Getting sick, or having allergies, you would normally glide through, just plain kick your ass. Hormones your significant other will never understand, and that are unexplainable and make you into a real bitch. Trying not to be a bitch, when you want to tear eyes out. Having the first 6 months fly by and the last 3 just C R E E P along. Worrying about the safety of the place you live in, and then perhaps having to find and secure a new place and move while you're pregnant. Wanting all kinds of stuff, and having no money to get it. But especially, not being able to own your own body for 9 months, having to physically do everything different, from going to the bathroom, getting out of bed, eating, sleeping, having sex, to no drugs or alcohol unless it's on someone's safe list. Oh, and that includes aspirin and Advil. You have to take Tylenol. Which, I'm sorry to say, just isn't cutting it. Having to go to the doctor's office ALL THE TIME, and take stupid tests that will worry you, and then not having anyone tell you the results unless you ask.
We're going to name the baby Andrew Sterrett Counter. I want to call him Andy. It is Sam's baby. And, well, even though Sam and I aren't married right now, we've BEEN married, so really, we just act like the divorce didn't happen. He is due August 15th, 2009. Though, god knows, babies never come when they're supposed to. He will be born in the Year of the Earth Ox, and may be a Leo, or a Virgo, depending on when he actually pops out. He's gonna be the first grandbaby on both sides, plus he's a boy, so he's gonna be stinky-spoiled for a long time. But, I can already tell that he's good looking, cause he was pretty cute on that ultrasound. I'm going to go back to substitute teaching in January after Christmas break, and my mom is going to watch him during the days, cause she retired last year. She's mega-crazy-excited, and is turning into my grandma Millie. It's a good thing, cause Adam and I were both spoiled, and grandmas should be like that.
Sam and I did move from the terrible trailer Sam owned, to a much newer, very nice mobile home in the same park. It's WAY better, and we still own it, thanks to Sam's mom for finding it and securing it, and paying the loan off as a gift to us. That was MAJORLY AWESOME of her, and she didn't have to do it, but it has eased my mind so much, I can actually be happy about having a child, instead of worrying all the time about how I'm going to take proper care of it. Nothing is worse than having to go through a pregnancy alone. I'm just lucky to have such great support.
Anyway, I'm out of time here. Take care everybody. Love to all, and I hope I'll get to update sooner than later.
Good things about being pregnant...you get all sorts of good excuses, that are valid, for not being able to do a lot of work, and getting to sleep more.
Feeling the baby kick and roll around inside you is fun, but a little surreal. Seeing the ultrasound, and having it really hit you taht there's a baby inside you. Thinking about the new person you're making to add to your family is neat. Knowing that you'll get to help another person, who is part of you, get to know about the world...that's cool. Getting to know your own mother better, is very nice. Having people help you get things done, that's good too. I know, I sound lazy. But, honestly, I'm going to be so pressed with baby stuff once it's out of me, I won't have time for anything else. And, I expect to be very busy, so I'm enjoying the last of my free time.
Bad things about being pregnant...Being poor and pregnant SUCKS! OMG, does it suck! Food Stamps and WIC which never seem to give you enough*. *Although Food Stamps have gotten way better as of yesterday*. Having to pee 100 times a day and going through toilet paper like a rabid beaver. No cute underwear...no underwear at all cause you're too poor to buy new stuff, and you're just winging it until after the baby comes. Wearing your mom and mother in law's stuff for the same reason. Getting sick, or having allergies, you would normally glide through, just plain kick your ass. Hormones your significant other will never understand, and that are unexplainable and make you into a real bitch. Trying not to be a bitch, when you want to tear eyes out. Having the first 6 months fly by and the last 3 just C R E E P along. Worrying about the safety of the place you live in, and then perhaps having to find and secure a new place and move while you're pregnant. Wanting all kinds of stuff, and having no money to get it. But especially, not being able to own your own body for 9 months, having to physically do everything different, from going to the bathroom, getting out of bed, eating, sleeping, having sex, to no drugs or alcohol unless it's on someone's safe list. Oh, and that includes aspirin and Advil. You have to take Tylenol. Which, I'm sorry to say, just isn't cutting it. Having to go to the doctor's office ALL THE TIME, and take stupid tests that will worry you, and then not having anyone tell you the results unless you ask.
We're going to name the baby Andrew Sterrett Counter. I want to call him Andy. It is Sam's baby. And, well, even though Sam and I aren't married right now, we've BEEN married, so really, we just act like the divorce didn't happen. He is due August 15th, 2009. Though, god knows, babies never come when they're supposed to. He will be born in the Year of the Earth Ox, and may be a Leo, or a Virgo, depending on when he actually pops out. He's gonna be the first grandbaby on both sides, plus he's a boy, so he's gonna be stinky-spoiled for a long time. But, I can already tell that he's good looking, cause he was pretty cute on that ultrasound. I'm going to go back to substitute teaching in January after Christmas break, and my mom is going to watch him during the days, cause she retired last year. She's mega-crazy-excited, and is turning into my grandma Millie. It's a good thing, cause Adam and I were both spoiled, and grandmas should be like that.
Sam and I did move from the terrible trailer Sam owned, to a much newer, very nice mobile home in the same park. It's WAY better, and we still own it, thanks to Sam's mom for finding it and securing it, and paying the loan off as a gift to us. That was MAJORLY AWESOME of her, and she didn't have to do it, but it has eased my mind so much, I can actually be happy about having a child, instead of worrying all the time about how I'm going to take proper care of it. Nothing is worse than having to go through a pregnancy alone. I'm just lucky to have such great support.
Anyway, I'm out of time here. Take care everybody. Love to all, and I hope I'll get to update sooner than later.