<<15 weeks and counting>>
Granted I’m a first time mom but I’ve definitely learned somethings so far. So as I learn them I’m going to share them. Think my tips are wrong? Tell me. (But I’m like NEVER wrong lol).
First pregnancy tip is to step away from the emotions!
The only pregnancy stereotype more notorious than pregnancy cravings are pregnancy emotions (and sometimes the two are intertwined). Pregnant women are known for going from angry 😡 to happy 😀 to sad 😥 . It can only be expected when are hormones are going off like Mexican jumping beans on a trampoline. I’m guilty of letting commercials making get tearful and allowing people to make me boiling mad. From these I’ve learned the best thing for a pregnant lady to do is to step away from the emotion.
Stepping away from the emotion can be as easy as changing the channel or literally walking away. Stepping away can save you from messing up your perfectly applied mascara or from saying something you might regret later.
More people than not as just flat out idiots and don’t know how what they’re saying or doing is effecting other people, especially pregnant ones. And of those people there are quite a few who no matter how you try to explain it to them they’ll never understand. When dealing with those people it’s best to just let it go! All your going to do is make yourself more upset. I guarantee you a fool has never lost an argument. As far as those who are sane, It’s best to step away and if you still feel strongly about it come back and talk to them when you’ve cooled off.
Now, there are also those times when (As much as it pains me to say this) where you’re hormones will lead you to overreact. It’s these times that give pregnancy a bad name, which is why it’s best to step away from emotions. It stops you from having to apologize. And who wants to be wrong and have to apologize anyway?
Sure you get a pass for your emotions while pregnant but lets not become “that pregnant girl” No one wants to be around anyone that they have to tip toe around, pregnant or not.
Making it isn’t easy, but stepping away will help.
11 weeks and counting
OMG! It has just hit me that I am all alone in this thing. That reality has cloaked me in fear and depression and it seems like the harder I fight in the tighter it wraps around me. It’s just me and my baby and it may be like that for the rest of my life, or until my baby realizes I’m a nut and runs away.
I haven’t heard from my child’s father since the day of my first doctor’s appointment. I knew he didn’t want this baby but as the father of four, I thought he’d understand how much I’d need him during this pregnancy. He has another child on the way with his other children’s mother and I can’t help but think “I bet he hasn’t left her high and dry.” I’m stuck dealing with the fact that he might not be around for this baby. That actually doesn’t bother me as long as he pays up, but the fact that the one person obligated to listen to me whine about my cramps is MIA pisses this little lady off.
Then there’s my parents. I went to home to take pictures for the church directory with my mom. During my little visit she made it perfectly clear that she couldn’t wait to get me back out of her house and that she wasn’t babysitting. She also drove home the fact that my dad is about as stable as a atom missing a couple of protons and that my half-siblings and I barely know each other and my brother is handicapped. I won’t have the support my mother had from my grandparents and my aunts. It’s just me.
I got to thinking I don’t even have one friend I’d trust to watch my little one. What happens if I get sick? Who’ll watch my baby if I have to work weekends? What if I just need a break? And those are the simple questions. I can hire a babysitter or nanny, but will I be alone forever. I know there’s dating after parenthood but I almost feel like damaged goods.
Who wants an ordinary girl with a baby? I’m almost tempted to settle with one of these guys who don’t seem to care that I’m pregnant. Men who don’t truly interest me but are willing to be there for me and my unborn child. I don’t want to learn to love though. I want to feel it. I’m scared I never will. I’m scared that I’ll forever be alone.
Making it isn’t easy, especially when you’re doing it alone.
I’m 23, single, and unemployed. About as close to the ideal situation to bring a baby into this world as Uranus is to the sun. At least I’m not a teenager. But then again those 16 & Pregnant checks look pretty good right about now. My choice to have this baby really doesn’t effect anyone but me, I’m an adult and I always bounce back on my feet. So why was I so damn scared to tell my parents that their GROWN daughter was pregnant?
I just knew my mother would be disappointed but would get over it. She’d probably cry and look at me with sad, hurt, eyes but then she’d sigh and say “well, I’m here for you.” After an hour of so of playing around singing with my mom and her beau (while they drank I asked “How much do you love me?” She replied with “Why are you pregnant?” I nodded and she walked off laughing. She came back and had a heart to heart about how hard it would be to be a single mother. I cried and told her I”m sorry for disappointing her and she told me I wasn’t and I’d be ok. Just like I imagined, right?
The next morning reality hit. I don’t know if she was just putting on in case her beau overheard our conversation, if she was drunk, or if she just had time to think on it but any comfort I had the night before was gone. She let me know that she wasn’t and couldn’t help me, that I wasn’t welcomed back home, reminded me how low I am in life. Each word a wasp stinging my exposed flesh. I wanted nothing more than to go sit in the closet and cry myself to sleep like I did most of my adolescence and childhood. So much for my fantasy of having her support.
Now as for my dad. My 21 year old half-sister is pregnant too. That didn’t go over well with my father. I got the most irate phone call and actually got fussed at when I took her side a month or so ago. They still aren’t speaking. But I think that’s participial on my sister, her feelings are hurt, as my would be too. I just knew he wouldn’t be supportive, that he’d tell me off and to abort. I’m finally in a good place with him. I don’t want those feelings of being unwanted and mistreated by him that plagued me most of my life to resurface. I’m still stinging from my mom, he doesn’t need to know yet. I’ll keep you updated.
One week closer to the safety zone, one step farther away from any security I had. Making it isn’t easy, and apparently it hurts like hell.
Okay, so I knew I was pregnant. Clearblue couldn’t be any darn clearer:
But here I am sitting by myself still in disbelief by what I just saw and heard. I laid on that table in the dark ultrasound round unsure of how I felt. I was in a place much darker than the room my body rest in and as she searched for my difficult to find left ovary (it’s way up there, trying to mingle with my kidneys I believe) I did some searching of my own. Was I ready for this? What would my family say? How would I support a child? Where would we live? Why the **** isn’t he here? Guess it’s a good thing I re-homed Fresh Prince (my dog). Before I got to capture the next question floating around in my head, my heart stopped and my breath caught in my chest. I heard my baby’s heartbeat. And I melted. I saw her little heart fluttering full of life and any decision I had to make was made. I’m going to be a mom.
Making it isn’t easy, but I made the choice to be a mom. Time to had morning sickness and fatigue to my list of challenges to overcome.
And gas. And bloating. And irritability. And crying at every 7th Heaven rerun. Ugh
Here I am stripping myself emotionally naked:
As long as I can remember there has been nothing particularly special about me. I’m not especially smart or beautiful, I possess no talent worth mentioning, and I’m no good at sports. I’m just me. I’ve never had any strong interest or passions and because of this I guess I’ve lacked drive. Now at the ripe old age of 23 I stand in limbo. I’ve had my share of jobs, none of which I could imagine spending the rest of my life doing. The few things I’ve shown interest in don’t seem like turning them into my profession is a probability. When I think of what I want for my future I don’t picture any career path, instead I imagine feeling loved, wanted, and secure for the first time in my life. But back here on planet Earth here is my reality:
I still haven’t finished college. I’m unemployed. I live like a nomad. I’m lost.
Oh I forgot one more thing: I’m pregnant.
Well, if I lacked motivation before. I think I’ve finally found it and boy oh boy did it come with a hard-set deadline and tons of responsibility. It’s time to tie on my running shoes. I’ve got a reason to make it, but making it isn’t easy.