There are a lot of things I really don’t like right now. One of those things is definitely onions. Another of those things is people I know.
I have disowned quite a few family family members since my uterus has gained a new inhabitant. You guys remember the song about the devil went down to Georgia? That song is absolutely correct about the location of Satan. My aunt is more than likely this mythical being. Upon finding out that I was pregnant, she decided to post on her Facebook that I was pregnant and how ashamed she was because I’m so young (24, when is prom again? Did I miss it?) and because she said she was sure I didn’t know who the father is. When I confronted her about this (albeit not very nicely) she said that she would only take it down if I got an abortion. How cute. I haven’t even publicly revealed the state of my uterus and impending motherhood, and I told her how disrespectful it was to share news that wasn’t hers to share, and that if she could refrain from speaking to be ever again that would be great.
I have had similar instances with my grandma and uncle. I should mention that both of these family members had more than one child by the time they were my age and that one of them does not even have custody of one of their children. My mom (who is super excited and happy) ran into my grandmother in the grocery store and my mom excitedly told her the news (which is amazing because my mom hates my grandmother for legitimate reasons) and my grandma decided to ask if we needed money to “get it taken care of.”
Don’t get me wrong, I’m pro-choice and more pro-choice than ever now that I know how uncomfortable pregnancy can be, but you probably shouldn’t respond when a family member tells you that they are expecting with “so when is the abortion?”
Furthermore, now that I’ve been sober for almost a month and a half now, I don’t like a lot of my friends. They were fun people to party with, but now that I don’t want to hang out in a dirty house and drink and smoke, we really don’t have a lot in common.
Also I had my second doctor’s appointment today. Everything is going well and I’m now 10 weeks along. I had an ultrasound a couple weeks ago and it was like a little vibrating jelly bean.
Eventually I want to write a post on pregnancy and sexism and how little pregnant women are respected by those who provide their medical care, but I’ll wait til later on that.