[Name]: Dea, or Bunny, or BunBun
[Age]: 20 in April! I'M OLD!
[Location]: Bradenton, Snorida, the Penis of the US.
[Marital Status]: Engaged ^^
[Sexual Orientation]: Bi
[Occupation]: Sales Rep. WHEE! I SELL STUFF!
[Likes]: Women, cats, anime, asian girls *drool*, sleep, etc.
[Dislikes]: Our kitchen, hot water, poopheads, overbearing male figures, politics, etc.
[Favorite Music]: Techno, Rock, Gothica, Metal, Underground, local bands, SLIPKNOT!
[Favorite Movies]: Labyrinth, 5th Element, Bram Stoker's Dracula, Beauty and the Beast, Tenth Kingdom, Saw, anything involving Monty Python or Mel Brooks, and all Anthony Hopkins films.
[Quote]: "Crazy people are just ordinary people who missed their appointed time to die" -- Redemption of Althalus
So yes, I feel pregnant today. Between last week and yesterday, I grew quite noticably. Someone mentioned at work yesterday that my shirt was looking snug, and I said it was because the baby had a growth spurt, and they looked at me REALLY funny. Not everyone at Circuit City knows I'm pregnant, so I'm still used to the surprised look I get. What IRKS me is everyone thinks I'm 17, seeing as most of the other people there are Juniors and Seniors in High School. I'M 20 IN TWO WEEKS, FUCKERS!! I am not your typical pregnant teen who doesn't know who the father of my love-child is, bitches. Stop looking so traumatized when I say I'm pregnant. Pisses me off.
Anywho!
Told my father about the pregnancy on Saturday. It went a little TOO well. Mom and I are still boggled. Basically, I went into his room to talk to him, and he looked at me, then asked "So when's the date?" Now, this could mean two things: When is the wedding date, OR when is the due date. So, I went with the safer choice.
"Date for what?"
He gave me a look, then leaned back and said "Okay, shoot."
So I pondered how to word it, thought about it, brainfarted of COURSE, and came out with "How would you feel about being a grandfather."
He gave me that look again, then rolled his eyes and said "That was the date I was talking about."
This is where I got confused. I was expecting a "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN, ARE YOU PREGNANT, YOU JUST RUINED YOUR LIFE, GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE, YOU WHORE, I TOLD YOU HE'D GET YOU PREGNANT," and a slew of loud horrid things like my father would have said normally. So I'm left staring dumbly at him before I finally got up the brainpower to say "Mid-August."
The look, again. Then a small smile. "Well, I figured this would happen. Anything else?"
Again, me, dumb look, long time. So then I finally said, "Well, I dunno. I mean, I didn't expect you to know, and I sure as HELL didn't expect you to be so calm about it."
He shrugged. "Hun, you can't surprise me. I've heard allll the stories, and I've been through most of them. As soon as you told me to sit down the other night, I knew it was one of two things. Apparently, it was both of them, but I was in denial. I'm not angry or upset. It's your life. Welcome to reality. It'll be a bumpy road from here on in, and you're in for a rude awakening."
Then he actually started joking about it. Me, still floored and way confused as to what just happened and how I was standing in front of my father who was acting perfectly NOT normal and joking with him about a pregnancy I thought he'd HATE me for, went braindead again. At some point, mom came in, also confused because, well, this is how she heard it.
She was terrified of what his reaction would be, so she was ready in the livingroom to run out the door the instant the screaming started. She heard laughter from the room and decided I hadn't told him yet. Then a pause. Then more laughter. Then my father talking about baby things and STILL laughing, which got her way curious. So she hung out by the bedroom door till she heard for certain that Dad knew I was pregnant and obviously had no problem with it, and then she came in looking about as weirded-out as I felt.
Basically, Dad hugged me and wished me luck, asked if I knew whether it's a boy or girl, when in August do I think I'll have it, NOT to have it on August 13th (his sister-from-hell's birthday) and then started calling me Mommy. So Mom and I started calling him Grampa, and it just kinda settled from there on in.
After that, I told Michelle, my sister, and FINALLY got the reaction I was waiting for. I started it out as, "Hey Michelle! You're gonna be an Aunt!"
She looked at me funny, so I patted my stomach and said, "Guess who's pregnant!"
Long pause. Stare. Drops clothing she was folding and shouts "WHAT?!!!"
After that she chose to pace and mutter things and talk about how scary that was and how I wasn't married and how early it was and whether or not we could handle it and what I was gonna do about school and you know, the things I expected my PARENTS to say.
Ah, 13-year-old little sisters. They always give you the attention others won't.
I think she's mostly upset because I have no time to hang out with her as it is. With a baby, it'll really put that gap between us. So I can understand that. She felt a bit better when I pointed out my four-year-old brother is gonna be an uncle. After that, she just sort of let the idea fester a bit and spent most of the morning muttering to herself.
Mom and I left the house then, both STILL really confused as to what happened with Dad and what the aliens had done with him now. So we went to my Gramma's to tell her and get it over with.
Gramma took it all in stride. She was happy about the engagement, perplexed that all the doctor's visits had never acknowledged the pregnancy, was shocked that I was this far along, and was upset about the fact that I live so far away and she won't see her great-grandbaby often. So I told her I'll be up at least once a month, otherwise mom would kill me, and I'd like to stay the night with her as opposed to staying at my parents' place simply because my grandmother lives all alone in a 3-bedroom house whilst my parents and 3 siblings and 9 cats and a dog share the mobile home, and my old room is now filled with mold, meaning I'd be in the livingroom on the pull-out couch and would have to squeeze a pak-n-play somewhere (Omigod, ew, I just used a baby furniture term in reference to MY child, ew, I feel old ). Gramma HAS a Pak-n-Play on hand because people with babies are always visiting. And her room is on one side of the house while the room I'd be using is clear on the other. She was happy about that. She was also happy when I told them I'd probably spend the month of August there, since the last few weeks of pregnancy I don't wanna be moving all over the place a lot, and the kid is due mid-August. I want to spend the first week or two with mom so she can teach me how to handle a newborn (I've only handled 2-month-olds and up. Never a newbie), and stay with them until we have the house settled and everything moved out of the apartment (Our lease is up September 1st). Mom was THRILLED with that, and the fact that when Josh and I have our big wedding in December and our little honeymoon thing, she gets to babysit for two weeks. I swear, my mother is more excited about this than I am ^^ I go over there and all she does it talk to my stomach, which is REALLY creepy when you're half asleep on the recliner and this woman fallsto her knees in front of the chair, presses her face to my stomach, and just starts babbling in this high-pitched cute voice. SCARY!
So yeah, after that, we went shopping. I bought myself three new shirts, huge, a shirt for Jules that she's been after for AGES, and maternity pants. Also some Cocoa Butter and some lotion.
MATERNITY CLOTHES SUCK!!
EVERYTHING was capris save a pair of jeans and dress slacks. I bought the slacks (WAY comfy, but so scary because of the little stretchy thing in front). But all the shirts are scary mold green colors and floral and look like someone stripped the wallpaper from a 1960's trailer and turned it into clothing. I got ONE actual maternity shirt, a simply black dress shirt. Other than that, I've decided I will stick to the two pairs of pants I own and just wear them below my tummy once it gets big enough, and my maternity slacks that I'll continue wearing AFTER pregnancy because they're that damn comfy. And they're really nice too. Etched pinstriping, very professional, so COMFY! Wore them to work yesterday, which didn't help with the "I FEEL PREGNANT" crisis I was going through. I feel really pregnant today too, and the kid is restless. All twitchy twitchy today. So yeah, tummy is deffaly showing. I can't pass it off as simple pudge anymore. Too round. And all on one side too. I hate laying down because I get this MOUND on the right side of my tummy.
So yeah, feeling pregnant. Wanting more chocolate milk. And no matter how much sushi I eat, I keep wanting sushi. At least the kid has taste (save the chocolate milk and poptarts at ungodly hours of the morning).
Anywho, enough ramble.
Dea
And for those of you who didn't know I was pregnant, well. . . SURPRISE!!
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). Gramma HAS a Pak-n-Play on hand because people with babies are always visiting. And her room is on one side of the house while the room I'd be using is clear on the other. She was happy about that. She was also happy when I told them I'd probably spend the month of August there, since the last few weeks of pregnancy I don't wanna be moving all over the place a lot, and the kid is due mid-August. I want to spend the first week or two with mom so she can teach me how to handle a newborn (I've only handled 2-month-olds and up. Never a newbie), and stay with them until we have the house settled and everything moved out of the apartment (Our lease is up September 1st). Mom was THRILLED with that, and the fact that when Josh and I have our big wedding in December and our little honeymoon thing, she gets to babysit for two weeks. I swear, my mother is more excited about this than I am ^^ I go over there and all she does it talk to my stomach, which is REALLY creepy when you're half asleep on the recliner and this woman fallsto her knees in front of the chair, presses her face to my stomach, and just starts babbling in this high-pitched cute voice. SCARY!
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