I guess the only accomplishment I have to boast about is that I have less than 40 days left to be here. I had an epiphany on the 17th that I would have the baby on the 19th. That was yesterday, and I'm still here, still pregnant, so apparently I was wrong. When I told the doctor I found it weird that I've been losing my mucous plug for over a week she said I could have a yeast infection, but I know that's not the case. I don't itch and the discharge only happens like once a day. It's still happening too....
It seems like everyone around me is having their babies, whether it's in the hospital or on the different threads I belong to. I feel like I will be the one and only person to actually make it to 34 weeks. I mean, I guess that's a good thing, in all honesty I guess I'm not prepared for my baby to come. I'm still having a hard time coming to terms that I'm going to have two kids....
I did finally have a dream that the baby was born. And he was cute, and perfect, and healthy, just a little smaller than Triston. It was reassuring amongst all the other crazy dreams I've been having.
My friend Britney came and visited me yesterday, and Ted brought Triston up here and they were here for a good five hours. So yesterday was great. Today I weighed myself and I've gained like almost 4lbs in the last week... so I'm cutting back on what I eat hoping that I can just stay at this weight for the next 5 weeks. I can see where the extra weight has gone, to my arms and face. A little to my butt, but that I don't mind at all, I just hate when my arms are chunky.
So I mistakenly gave my ex's sister my phone number. On her facebook message to me she was like I love Triston and believe it or not I love you too, we were really close for a while, blah blah blah. So being nice I gave her the number and the very next day Boorah (my ex) started calling. People are venomous. Why would you be so deceiving to act like you care just so you can turn around and bite me in the ass? I had Ted text him and tell him it was a wrong number and hopefully that'll be the end of the calls. I'm in the hospital the last thing I want to do is talk to him. I'm about ready to just tell him I'm having another baby and hang up and hope that after that crushing news he falls off the face of the earth. Ever since I've had Triston, any time I ever give him the opportunity to speak to me on the phone he just yells and screams and puts me down and it's always the same words. I'm a whore (cuz I've had ONE boyfriend since we've broken up), I'm a hoodrat (because I work and go to school and single handedly support our son), I spend all my time drinking and partying (yeah cuz you do a lot of that while you're pregnant). Then he doesn't understand why I change my number and refuse to send him pictures of Triston or let him see Triston. I have seriously thought for years that he (and probably every other person in his immediate family) is bi-polar and needs to be on medication. He's not trust worthy around Triston. He could hurt that boy if he were to start crying and won't stop, etc... On top of it people who can't financially support their children don't deserve to physically have contact with them.
(Triston's 1yr/Christmas photo)
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