Well, as you know I’m pregnant. Some of you know how much weight I’ve gained, others have no idea. Nearing the end of this journey of baby number two, I feel round and uncomfortable. And those that stare at you like you just killed someone, do not make me feel anymore comfortable or less round.
It’s like no matter how old you look, what you wear, and where you are; people stare at your damn belly. Like, oh sorry. Let me cover this basketball sized belly of mine so you can stare at someone else that doesn’t look “normal.”
Why do they stare? It’s not just females either, men do the same thing. Yeah, my boobs are three times the size they used to be but so isn’t this round belly underneath them.
I guess I just don’t get it. I don’t mind the people that smile after because it feels like they’re smile is a congratulations without words. That makes me smile back and feel better about waddling through the isles of a grocery store.
I realize I look young but they also just assume I’m really young too. I grew up with my dad always telling me, “If you assume something, you’re making an ass out of you and me.” Or whatever you’re assuming because typically you have not a clue about something and you’re just throwing a random idea out there. No facts, no knowledge.
You’re simply just an ass for staring at my pregnant belly and ASSuming too many false things. Sorry my life isn’t “picture perfect” but I can guarantee neither is the grouchy looking woman that’s staring at me in isle 8 of Wal-Mart.
Being 21 with a four year old boy and a little girl on the way, I’m no where near being an experienced mother. Especially to a teenager. But from experience and watching my sister being raised, I know how I felt being the daughter and not the parent.
I know I was an easier child than I was a teenager. Not only is being a teenager such an emotional rollercoaster but no one is given directions on how to tackle life. I had wished I had more freedom. I wished I had the life of all the other “perfect” girls in high school.
Once I gained all that freedom, it hit me like a rock. The freedom all came at once and I was a rebellious, sheltered teen previous to that. I went crazy, to say the least. All the freedom I had wanted was right in front of me and after a while, it became old. I remember wishing I had my old sheltered life back. Not completely but just bits and pieces.
For those of you raising daughters, don’t be a complete pusher or have no rules at all. Even though they act like they want tons of freedom, everyone still needs stability and they need to feel loved. Parenting isn’t easy. There isn’t a manual on how to raise a child, how to be the perfect parent, or how to stop your child from hating you.
You can’t be the perfect parent, some people need that friendly reminder.
Your child may hate you a time or two but that’s rather normal. You don’t always get along with someone you spend months and/or even years with. Random arguments and even scream matches are normal too.
Just know, if your child isn’t happy with you than you are in fact doing something right. If you don’t want to pull your hair out, then you might need to get a hold of Ellen and tell her about the most perfect child.
“Parenting is a lot like the bar scene. Everyone’s yelling, everything’s sticky, it’s the same music over and over again and someone occasionally pukes.”
To say the least, I’ve been super busy lately.
We’ve had baby appointments every two weeks, soon to be once a week. I was 35 weeks yesterday. It’s gone by so quick looking back but if you asked me today, I’d say today is dragging.
My son is wrapping up his last couple of weeks at nursery school, he’s excited about summer break and very anxious for his baby sister to arrive. We talk a lot about her arrival and I keep explaining that she’s not going to just “fall out” of me. Children’s minds are so innocent, we can’t help but giggle about it. We also talk a lot about him starting Pre-K this coming fall, he calls it his “big boy” school.
Home life has consisted of baby prepping, putting my swollen ankles up, and most recently homework. Our mini home renovation is all completed so we have three bedrooms instead of the two we had. The baby’s room is almost all set and we have plenty of stuff for our little peanut.
I recently discovered my swollen ankles last week or the week before. Then even more recently discovered, it’s not only my ankles that are starting to swell as I near the end of this pregnancy.
To wrap up my busy life, my two online summer classes started yesterday. Yes, I did inform them that I’m super pregnant and could totally pop at anytime. I didn’t use those exact words but the point was made. The classes shouldn’t be too stressful. I’ve started to work on both of them a little each day and hopefully get ahead a little before the baby comes. That way if I fall behind I technically won’t be behind.
I hope you enjoyed reading how my life has been the past couple of weeks.
Feel free to share your busy schedules!