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Articles: 34 weeks and counting... |
Posted by
Schizo on Thursday, May 30, 2002 - 04:08 AM PST
Well, since Arthegarn is asking after me, I guess it's time for another Schizo and Kindergoth update!
Everything's going very well. Doctor's visits are getting very boring... "Yes, your weight gain is right on target, your blood pressure is fine, baby's heartbeat is perfect, no swelling in hands or feet, so on, so on..." Apparently the baby is exceptionally active, with a particularly vicious hatred of the thing they use to measure the heartbeat. It had the doctor nearly in stitches, trying to get it to hold still long enough to get a good reading! Good thing that, while active, it is gentle, and hardly ever kicks to the point of pain.
Except if it manages to get me on the rib... ouch! The little brat has managed to pick a favorite rib, and has turned it into a footrest. Thus resulting in a bruised rib, which it then likes to kick on occasion, just to keep me on my toes. It can get very uncomfortable - I can't sit for long before the pain starts.
But other than that, I feel great! I'm the most flexible person in the house! I can still touch my toes (although not with my palms flat on the floor anymore) and I run up the basement stairs and jump up and down when I'm excited! My back is usually just fine, and I'm quite capable of taking nice long walks, as long as there isn't too much uphill work.
So I guess the baby is due to arrive in 4-8 weeks. It's getting rather exciting. I'm almost ready, thanks to a lot of people giving me stuff. It just better turn out a girl, because it seems everyone wants to give me things in pink!
As for the rest of my life, the baby's father is pulling himself together. He's moved out from the psycho-slut for the last 2 months, and has been staying with his ass-hole brother. He's been starving himself so that there will be enough gas to get himself to his new job (first paycheck on Friday! Woohoo!) The Psycho used to rag on him for not coming to see me enough. Now she gets all pissed because he sees me too much! He came to the childbirth class, even though he's already been to one, and been through 2 actual births, he gave me a rose for Mother's Day, and all in all, if he keeps this up, he might actually turn himself into a stable, responsible person that I can depend on! We'll give it a little while, though.
As for the psycho-slut, she pretty much has become a very minor part of my life. I really don't see much of her. I get reports from the B.F. every now and then, mainly so we can laugh over them. She's got this crazy idea that she can get visitation rights of my child. Yeah right. She was certain that I would have the baby before Memorial Day. Really. And she's convinced I'm too small for my time, and need to take better care of myself. Nonsense, says the doctor.
In the meantime, while trying so hard to get or keep control of me and the B.F., her own life is rapidly collapsing. Her cancer has spread. She got evicted from her apartment and is staying with her mother. She is suffering from deep depression. But her most dangerous problem is her denial, which is just scary to watch. She says she won't take chemo now because her life is too full. She won't have any life at all, soon, if she doesn't get things treated. She blames the B.F. for the abortion that she's so depressed about, because he advised her to, and gave her the money. But she prides herself on making her own decisions, so I don't see how he could have pressured her to do it if she didn't want to do it herself. She blames me, too, and says that I "won't let her be happy". I guess because I'm pregnant and she's not.
She's always nagging at the B.F. for how irresponsible and everything he is. She goes on and on about how responsible and mature and strong she is. I wish she would just face reality, instead of passing the buck and bullshitting herself.
Oh well. At least I don't have to deal with her much. I get, instead, to deal with a psychotic black kitten named Batman. Batty (or Bratty, as he is often called) is the only child of the dainty and delicate Spikes, and perhaps the placid and peaceful Henry. Batty is a demon. The world exists for him to bite. Spikes, Henry, and the dog Stella all exist for him to torment. He will only cuddle when he is almost asleep. He runs madly across the room, sounding like a racehorse, losing control and sliding headfirst into a tableleg. Whereupon he immediately changes direction and runs madly someplace else. I am sure the animal is possessed. No one would put up with him if he weren't so damned cute!
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Re: 34 weeks and counting...
by bettie_x (strangersangel@hotmail.com)
on May 30, 2002 - 08:45 PM
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*sigh* don't you just LOVE those emancipated, liberated, STRONG women? Me too...love them to DEATH.
You're right, if her life is too full to take CHEMO for crying out loud, she'll have LOTS of time to spare for it when she's DEAD. Maybe her life is full 'cause she's obsessed with what she threw away, can no longer have, and only want's cause it's not hers. Why the hell would she think she could have visitation rights? Did SHE knock you up? Now THAT would be something worth posting, if you ask me....
Good to know she's relatively out of the picture...and that HE is getting his shit together....after all that has happened, this may have been the best thing to happen to him...he just didn't realize it until recently. Good for him. Give him props from me, will you?
Hey, has the kid used your bladder as a trampoline yet? It's fun being on the phone with a pregnant woman when the kid does the scene from "flashdance" on her pisser. "HOLY SHIT HANG ON!" *tromp tromp tromp running down the hall....flush*
I'm so glad to hear that things are falling into place for you schitz, it really really is. I'm happy for you.
I'm proud of you babe :) Keep it up :)
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Re: 34 weeks and counting...
by callei (plyn@plynlymon.com)
on May 31, 2002 - 05:20 AM
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woohoo! just a few weeks to go and you get to see this wonderful new person! I am so impressed by the way you are handling all this excitement.
As for the phycho-slut... do you think she really has cancer? I wonder if she says that just to get attention and that is why she isnt taking any treatment.
Are you going "natural" for the birth or are you having the shot in the back? have you chosen yet? Does your local hospital have a maternity ward or a birthing center?
Oh and there is always rit dye if the pink starts to get to you too much, even if it is a girl. purple is always nice....
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Karma karma karma chameleon...
by Dolorosa on May 31, 2002 - 05:33 AM
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Aww...poor psycho-bitch, her life is just falling apart, how sad...kids, this is what we call a mad Karmic kick in the ass. I'm surprised she hasn't been diagnosed with Leprosy yet.
Good to hear the BF is pulling his shit together. Best of wishes and luck to him.
As for you Schizo, your fuckin' awesome. So there.
Sigh...I wish they let us have psychotic-possessed demon kitties in the barracks...
And if you still need a Patriot missle landed on the Psycho-bitches home, let me know and I'll see what I can do.
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