34 weeks and counting... Date Tuesday, April 23, 2024 - 04:18 PM PST Topic Experiences 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! More news on the kingergothen front! This article comes from Shmeng http://www.shmeng.com/ The URL for this story is: http://www.shmeng.com/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=336