I has a lotta feelings.
So.. I THINK I may be past the constant vomiting. Which is pretty sweet. Now I'm ballooning out. In all my years of fatness, my stomach never extended past my boobs... but now.. for joy, I get to have this experience. Luckily, babydaddy is really good about telling me how gorgeous I am even though I know he's lying through his teeth. I couldn't have asked for a more supportive partner in unplanned pregnancy.
I can't begin to explain how white trash I feel these days. In 25 years and multiple manfriends, I never once got knocked up. I had REALLY irregular periods due to PCOS and was told that children were unlikely. Enter babydaddy. Babydaddy had an accident resulting in supposed infertility. So.. apparently.. if you and your partner are diagnosed infertile, just have some unprotected sex every day for 3-4 months, and whammo presto, babeh. STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID!!! BUT. I must no longer lament our shared stupidity, and I must figure out how I am going to care for this baby. I'm gonna have to suckle Uncle Sam's teat. Just long enough to get through mortuary school.
Speaking of schooling. I'm taking 3 of the dryest, most boring classes since Mortuary Law.
Accounting, Business Administration, and Report Writing (writing for the business place). Luckily I'm taking them all online and don't have to sit through hours of droll lectures.
Work is stressing me out. They keep pushing back start dates for new projects which causes major cuts in hours. I keep telling myself it will be ok. Tim will catch some shifts at the factory. (if he caught 6 shifts a month it would cover our rent and utilities) Whereas my pay can keep us in gas, cigarettes(which i desperatley need to quit) and groceries. For now I'm trying to find the blessings in this situation. It means less wear and tear on our direlect car, more time for school work... Time for Dr's appointments and such... More time to spend with Tim before our little bundle of overwhelming responsibility joy arrives.
I can't begin to explain how white trash I feel these days. In 25 years and multiple manfriends, I never once got knocked up. I had REALLY irregular periods due to PCOS and was told that children were unlikely. Enter babydaddy. Babydaddy had an accident resulting in supposed infertility. So.. apparently.. if you and your partner are diagnosed infertile, just have some unprotected sex every day for 3-4 months, and whammo presto, babeh. STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID!!! BUT. I must no longer lament our shared stupidity, and I must figure out how I am going to care for this baby. I'm gonna have to suckle Uncle Sam's teat. Just long enough to get through mortuary school.
Speaking of schooling. I'm taking 3 of the dryest, most boring classes since Mortuary Law.
Accounting, Business Administration, and Report Writing (writing for the business place). Luckily I'm taking them all online and don't have to sit through hours of droll lectures.
Work is stressing me out. They keep pushing back start dates for new projects which causes major cuts in hours. I keep telling myself it will be ok. Tim will catch some shifts at the factory. (if he caught 6 shifts a month it would cover our rent and utilities) Whereas my pay can keep us in gas, cigarettes(which i desperatley need to quit) and groceries. For now I'm trying to find the blessings in this situation. It means less wear and tear on our direlect car, more time for school work... Time for Dr's appointments and such... More time to spend with Tim before our little bundle of overwhelming responsibility joy arrives.