So, in case you didn't catch it on my husband's facebook or my facebook....I'm pregnant. Yes, I realize that I just had a baby 15 months ago. Yes, I realize that this will be my third baby. I am aware. And the next person to rudely point either one of these out to me will probably get slapped.
Dayton and I wanted one more, but not quite so soon. I have lost my faith in the birth control industry. Next Saturday, the 12th, I will be 7 weeks. Three days later on the 15th, I'll have my first appointment and my first ultrasound. Of course, expect to be updated.
On another note, I know that just like the first two, I should expect a certain person to create drama at SOME point (if not at many points) of this pregnancy. The only thing is, I'm about 2 cm's from the end of my rope, and it's just not going to fly this time around.
*RANDOM*: I had no idea it was so possible to feel so alone in the world.
And last, but not least...I am SO tired of being the only one that thinks about the practical issues. Why do I have to be the only one with a guilty conscious? I could really do without it. But I guess SOMEBODY has to be responsible.
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