Maybe it’s the pregnant sweet tooth I got going on, but I have a very strong itch to bake. Like… Woah bake. Cakes, brownies, cookies galore! I need a kitchen.
My hormones are definitely out to get me. I love tattoos, but when my boyfriend got a new one I got extremely upset. For reasons I truly believe are legit, he went to somebody’s house. One who’s not a professional, has no cleanliness or care for his work. We have a child on the way, and any STD or other diseases he gets from that could go to me and the child. It frustrated me that he went behind my back and did it anyways, them wonders why I’m so upset about it. I feel like I’m blowing it out of proportion, but part of me knows I’m not.
My little alien baby. So tiny at 14 weeks! I love it already. I can’t wait until I’m able to find out the sex.
I’ve totally hit the roller coaster of… Well, hyperactive emotions. Crying over spilled milk, so to say. I’m not a very sad person, but this hormonal, crying, pregnancy thing is driving me insane. I can’t seem to reign in the usual control over my emotions, it’s making me unstable and I don’t like this feeling of being out of control. ….
I suppose it’s the joys of pregnancy. Hooray.
Week 6, day 6. The thought of food makes me gag. I’ve only managed to eat an ice cream bar. I’m not loving this part of the pregnancy. Oi vey, here we go.
Knowing I’m pregnant, I wish I had infinite amounts of money in my pockets. I’d definitely create my child’s room into an Alice in wonderland theme. (Despite sex of the baby.) Adorkable, in my opinion!
Stupid bitches really get on my nerves. For real, though. My old man has a crazy ass self-claimed ex-girlfriend. Meaning, in her psychotic mind she thought they had been together, made up this whole scenario in her mind that he wanted her… Which he fucked her and would leave her…. Sounds like love to me.
Hopefully she doesn’t try to invade in our private life (once more.) She’ll get an earful. I’m not having some tramp interfere with my baby’s life.
Decided to tuck my balls into my pants and venture into my nearest health clinic to see if the pee really tells the truth.
Walk in, scared as shit. Piss in a cup… Lady walks in a cheerily as possible, exclaiming “Congratulations! No doubt about it, you’re pregnant!”
I stared at her, unsure of the emotions rushing through me. Fear, confusion, part of me finding happiness in it, the other wondering just what am I gonna do?
I’m still in shock, still hasn’t set. To even utter the words “I’m pregnant”, “my baby,” and “I’m gonna be a mom.” Sounds so utterly bizarre. But alas, as of today I am 5 weeks along…
Here’s to a whole new adventure.