Sunday, 05 July 2009

  • Let It Be Known, I'm Pregnant!


    I'm pregnant.

    Eight, almost nine weeks to be exact. Somewhere amid all the arguing and lack of communication, my husband and I managed to be content long enough for him to knock me up. Honestly, it couldn't have happened at a better time. For the first time in a long time, with the help of counseling and God, we are happy and communicating like never before. Things aren't perfect, nor will they ever be, that's just impossible for any couple, but we actually talk and enjoy each other's company now.

    We were going to wait until after twelve weeks to spread the news, because of the high risk of miscarriage during that time, but we couldn't contain our excitement and told everyone a few days ago. My mom wasn't exactly thrilled. Last night she came over and I could sense the hostility from the moment she walked in.

    Her: How many more do you want?
    Me: Uhm, I don't know...
    Her: Well, I think you're too young to be having this many kids.
    Me: That's a matter of opinion and you're forgetting that I may be young and have plenty of time to have children but he is 41 and doesn't have the kind of time I do.
    Her: Well, maybe it's time for him to stop having kids.
    Me: Mom, that's something only me and him can decide.

    Then she went on and on about how she is frustrated and bitter because she never got to do anything with her life and she wants me to have a career and be successful and how she is worried about me going through another c-section, bla bla bla....
    Call me harsh, but I didn't buy that. I've been hearing her sob stories since I was a little girl and she has used them to manipulate me into always doing what she wants me to do. She has a way of making me feel like the worst daughter and even the worst human being in the world. She did the best she could raising me and I will always acknowledge that she worked her ass off to provide for her family and help my dad with expenses, but I am just now healing from the words and actions of a neurotic, unstable, overprotective mother and I refuse to live through that all over again.  I love her unconditionally and my kids and I need her in our lives and, while I can appreciate her opinion, there are things in my life that only my husband and I can decide. Period.

    I'm having a baby and I'm happy about it. My husband is happy. Our kids will have a baby brother or sister and they will be happy.  This is MY life, let it be known.

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