Holy. Hell. If I would of known I’d be this sick and this ready to pull my hair out…I might of said screw it at the beginning and wished that the miscarriage would of happened. Then again, at the beginning I was accepting this because my other half wasn’t going to be involved. We were split up, and I was ready to tackle this little bundle of joy by myself. Now that he’s involved, everything has changed. Suddenly I’m trying to balance his schedule and my own to be able to fit in this baby stuff. And I’m trying to relax these pregnant hormones so that I don’t set off his shitty temper…or my own for that fact. Granted he’s promised to try and be more patient and understanding, he’s not exactly coming off as it right now. I know that his trainer pushes him, and I was told they had a big jealousy talk this morning and maybe that’s what is tripping his trigger. But still, I’m controlling this crap I have going on inside of me and he can’t control his?
Not to mention, I’m tired of being sick. Puking more than three times a day can not be healthy. I have the urge to cry randomly and I’m finding out that sleep is my best friend right now….that is when it’s nice enough to stop by to hang out.
- Me: Guess you don't really want to talk right now?
- Him: Nah, you go ahead and talk to the other guys texting you.
Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.