Friday, December 09, 2005
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Thanks Sheena for sending your story!-
My name is Sheena, I live in New Zealand and I am 19 years of age. I am 29 weeks and carrying my health baby son. This is my first so this is all new to me. I didn't think twice about becoming pregnant, I was on Depo Provera (contraception), but as most doctors/nurses would say, "still wear condoms while you are on Depo Provera", but me being me I totally ignored them thinking that I was protected, well hey I've been on Depo for a year and a half and had unprotected sex, just this time I happened to conceive a beautiful baby that I am looking forward to holding in my arms.
This has really changed me and my partners life, considering we were a couple that liked to go out and spend time with our friends. We have really slowed down on socialising and really thinking of our baby now, so he goes out and works long hours, while I do part time work. My partner is also 19. We are really excited that we have a baby on the way, and he loves talking about the subject. For Craig and me being young first time parents, everything that happens during my pregnancy is like a surprise and a shock for the both of us.
We were lying in bed watching The Simpsons on TV when I first felt my son kick, I got a hell of a fright, I got really over excited, and Craig thought I was going to go into labour, but I told him "no, our son kicked for the first time", and he was really anxious to feel baby kick, so he laid next to me with his hand on my tummy for 30mins till the next kick came along, and when he felt that little kick he got over excited as well, but the thing was, he couldn't stop laughing and over reacting about it, which I found so amazingly cute. The day I went in for my ultrasound and found out what I was having, Craig and I were really happy to find out that we were having and boy, we both cried with a large amount of excitement. When the scan and everything was over we went shopping and spent up large on baby boys clothes that we needed. It was one very long day that I will always remember.
Our baby son has brought our relationship much closer together, and something really amazing happened to me yesterday, CRAIG PROPOSED TO ME, I thought he was saying it for a joke, so I asked him if he was serious, and he was serious alright, and my answer was a straight up YES.
I can't wait to bring my baby son into this world and to hold him in my arms, and to look down at him. It is like a dream come true for Craig and I.
Monday, December 05, 2005
Heather sent this incredibly funny witty short article to me last week and I had to share. Enjoy and thanks Heather!-
I swore I wouldn’t. I took the Oath to never curse the world with offspring that has the potential to f things up the way I do. I watched as my friends got round, heard them exclaim “Awww” at anything pink or fuzzy and said “NO WAY.” Not me, not now, what Idiot Girls say to reproducing. Right? Right.
Besides, I could never be someone’s MOM. Look at me: I eat entire cartons of Cherry Garcia for dinner, I still make prank calls… oh yeah-ready for parenting!
Knowing I don’t have to explain the whole “It’s not that I don’t like babies, it’s just not for me” line to all of you, I do at least have to give SOME reasoning why not..and then of course, why, I let my husband do this evil thing to me. It’s not the career, I have a job, and seriously I would take pretty much any reason to get 6 weeks off. It’s not that I have a hot body and don’t want stretch marks and droopy boobs, in fact, quite the opposite, I have no boobs to droop and a few additional stretch marks would go unnoticed as I refuse to subject the general public to my jiggling, 3-kneed, calf-all-the-way-down legs anyway.
Mostly, it’s that I’m stupid. I’m a klutz. I like to drink and I have a hard enough time as it is laying down to do the “I can still fit into a size 12 after they’ve been washed 27 times” dance into my pants. I like to leave the house at unreasonable hours strictly to sit in a grimy Denny’s booth and drink bad coffee. Drive around with my girlfriends and moon people. I can’t give that up!! Plus, I KNOW better. I KNOW deep in my soul that although my husband and I would love a kid to death (literally, probably) that we have no right to think we can control someone else’s life-let alone NAME them. So what happened?
It was awful, and if you tell anyone this I swear I’ll ask you to baby sit. Overnight. I got caught up in the marriage/family stuff. I was so flattered that some poor, although not unsuspecting, man would commit to me for the rest of his life, we started cooing and snuggling and saying things like “wouldn’t it be great to add a baby to our little love nest?” and “do you think the cats will sleep on it’s face and kill it?” So off the pill I went.
And here I am. Constipated, tired, puffier than usual, my hair is falling out, my boobs itch all the time and if you think I’m lady-like enough not to scratch in public, think again. Where does this put me in the club? Do I really have to become a card-carrying member of the Constant Stain of Spit Up on My Shoulder? Did I mention that I hate pain? I promise not to tell you about labor if you promise to help me beat away all the other ladies who are suddenly compelled to share intimate stories about just how far their privates really can stretch.
I also promise never wear a matching outfit with my baby. And to never say “no, I can’t go out mooning tonight girls, you know, the baaayyybyyyy.” I swear to uphold the fact that I probably won’t fit into my pre-prego clothes after giving birth and to still hold your hair while you barf up last nights’ tequila as long as you promise to keep reminding me not to cut mine short.
Given these facts, I only ask for the support during the crazy time, quiet during the sleepless time, the insanity induced laughter and undying love and friendship that only my fellow Idiot Girls can offer.