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I’ll be 15 weeks when I go to the doctors on Friday.. Googleing it some people say you can tell as early as 14 weeks..
It all depends on the ultrasound tech. I hear a lot of women in the US finding out between 14-18 weeks, while here in canada I had an ultrasound at 16 weeks and…
I found out at 16 weeks but I paid for an elective scan. I know a girl that just went to the dr at 14 weeks but they couldn’t really tell. I’ve been told by the drs and techs around here that the best time is between 16-22 weeks.
I found out at 16 weeks and 3 days. I had a private 3D scan and we didn’t find out until right at the last minute because little miss was straddling her cord! I’ve also been told over 16 weeks is the best time to find out.
I found out at 17 weeks when I went to the hospital. Didn’t get it confirmed till 22 weeks.
The Evolution of Lara Croft.
from wobble blob to i forgot she’s not real
THAT MAKE ME WANT TO SCREAM
- oh you think you hurt now, just wait until you’re closer to your due date.
- Sleep now because you won’t get to when she arrives
- not all babies are the same (DUH)
- you think you’re tired now, just wait until she is born (thanks for the redundancy)
- You’re not fat, you’re pregnant.
- When you say I’m SOOO over being pregnant, and people say you still have (insert number here) weeks left. YES THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME LIKE I DIDN’T KNOW.
- Don’t drink coffee or any type of caffeine.
- Don’t eat this or that… or better yet don’t eat anything(that’s what it sounds like to me)
- I loved being pregnant.
- I miss being pregnant.
There are many more things I could add to the list, some of which would probably get me in trouble lol but these are some that are at the top of my list that make me want to punch someone…. what are some things/advice that people gave to you that you could have gone your entire life without hearing?
WHEN PEOPLE FUCKING TELL YOU “FIRST TIME MOTHERS GO OVER THEIR DUE DATE” That always pissed me off. Jokes on you motherfuckers cause I gave birth two weeks early.
Can’t wait to breastfeed my son!!! Feed all the babies!
- fucking everything up
- having no motivation
- being a loser
- hating myself
- disappointing people
- sleeping too much
- being dumb
- socially awkward
- annoying everyone
- having no actual talents
So, last night, I was getting ready to go out with my boyfriend to a dance at my school (which was cancelled due to lack of ticket sales) and, I had a nice black vest and a nice white shirt, and my uncle had just came home the other day from the mine (my uncle is homophobic and he has abused me many times throughout my child hood) and when I had came out of my room to show my memere how nice I looked, my uncle was in the room that i thought my grandma/memere would be in (she was downstairs doing laundry), and he asked me why I wasnt wearing a dress.
my memere and dad both know that I am transgendered and they respect that, however, my uncle does not, and he did not know.
so I decided to sit down and tell him the truth.
he listened carefully and quietlly through all of it, but at the end of my explanation he had said, “I didn’t raise you to be fucked up.”
I agreed, I am a huge mess, I have been for years, but my sexuality and gender identity is not a fuck up, so I argued with him.
he got to a point where, after so many months of piece, he slapped me.
and threw me to the ground and kicked me in the stomach, of course I had puked, and it hurt, a lot.
he grabbed me by the shirt and asked me, “are you a girl”, I said no, my sex is female, but my gender is male..and he dragged me to his room.
he once had a big dog, and he made that dog wear an eletrical dog collar, and weve always kept it in his room, because we dont need it (my uncle killed the dog), he threw me onto the bed and said,” ill ask you one more time, are you a girl” I said no.
held grabbed my wrist, and held onto it tightly, I have a bruise from how tight he was grabbing it, and he pulled out the dog collar, threw me back onto the bed, sat on me, and put the collar on me… then he began yelling, are you a girl, you are a girl, are you a girl, you are a girl, and my response of course was no, no, no, I am male, I am male.
whenever I said that, he would shock me, and it was /hell/.
I was screaming, which only caused the shocks to get worse and worse, and then he said, “do you want to find out how faggots have sex!?” of course I already know this, but still I said no no no no stop stop stop.
my memere had finally heard me and came rushing to the bedroom, and tried to make my uncle stop, but he pushed her down, and thanked god she was okay.. since shes very fragile and all.
she then ran back to the stairs to call up my dad, and oh boy did he run.
he ran up stairs and shoved my uncle away from me and started fighting with him, yelling, punching, kicking, and such so on.
my memere got the collar off of me and brought me into her room, and after my dad and uncle were done fighting, my uncle had grabbed the things he needed and left, shouting a few insults at us.
we called the police today, but they cant find him.
we dont have money for a lawyer, all we have is a counsellor, im not going to ask for money, all I ask for is support.
I dont know what this will do, but please spread this around, this has affected me and family members greatly. I was taken to a hospital today to check if there was any damage on my insides that we dont know of and thankfully there was no damage, just scarring, emotionally and physically. i had a horrifying nightmare relating to this as well.
If you have abused somebody, raped somebody, insulted somebody, in any way possible, I hope this can somehow change your way of heart, and realize how much this can horrify a person, and ruin their lives. it made my life 97x worse than it already is.
Zach fucking put Alice’s bath under his sink WHICH HAS MOLD IN IT so now Alice’s bath has mold on it. Alice shit through her diaper so I had to give her a bath so I decided to co bathe.
Only she was a lot more slippery than I thought she would be, so I’m sitting there screaming loud enough for John that I’m sure the neighbors heard me for 20 minutes straight.
Finally Alice is crying because she’s been sitting in a cold bath, so I get out of the shower, nearly slipping and banging my head on the counter and dropping Alice in the process.
Come to find out John can’t fucking hear me screaming for him because he’s blasting fucking music.
I’m sorry, but you have a fucking child now, you need to think about things other than your own fucking self.
I think as moms we don’t give ourselves enough credit.
We made a mini version of ourselves, we carried it, delivered it and now we have to make sure it stays alive while trying to maintain our house, bills, job, school, friends, family, and ourselves.
Like holy shit.
It’s overwhelming to say the least, but half the time we barely notice.
Maybe because none of us have really slept since before we were pregnant.
Needed this reminder today
I so needed to see this today.
I WOULD JUST LIKE TO EAT ONE MEAL WHERE MY CHILD ISN’T TRYING TO TAKE MY FOOD OUT OF MY HAND PLEASE