...and it poofed. So instead of me trying to remember what I was talking about I'm going to start a brand new post.
I've come to the conclusion that I absolutely hate when people say "well I hope this pregnancy works out." I cannot think of anything more offensive then that statement. I know that people may mean no malice in it, but to me, it's extremely hurtful. I would rather hear; "This is a miracle after your heartbreak." The miscarriage has been a very hard time in my life, but I am not going to let it get me down. Yes, sometimes I worry because I'm not always sick because I'm afraid that something is wrong. I know that it's probably not the case; but it's still a worry in the back of my mind. But everyday I know someone is growing inside of me. And that is a wonderful feeling.
It's so amazing that I'm in the last month of my first trimester, and my belly is getting a little harder. *squeal* I've started thinking about decorating the baby room and baby showers. Anyone who knows me knows how much I love lists, and trust me, I have about a thousand lists ready. Lists for who I want to come to the baby shower, what I want before s/he comes, names, things to do, ect. Oy. Just too much to think about. I know I might be acting a little crazy, but I think this is an ok time to be a little crazy. And I might as well start planning now, because I'm pretty sure that in a few months I'll be more than a little scatterbrained.
With each passing day both Greg and I are getting more and more excited. :) I'm so lucky to have a wonderful man in my life.
Anyway. On Saturday there was a movie on Lifetime called "The Pregnancy Pact". Now, Greg and I watched it and we were appalled. The main plot of it was a small little town had 18 teenage girls get pregnant within one school year. And there was a "pact" that these girls wanted to get pregnant. Now, teen pregnancy is up everywhere. What I don't understand is why anyone under the age of 18 wants to get pregnant. You will not have an adult life and you are "stuck" with your child forever. Most of the time the "man I'm gonna marry" isn't gonna work out. Hell when I was 18 I was engaged to a man. And he turned out to be one of the regrets I have in my life.
I don't know what I would do if I was younger and pregnant. Sometimes I wonder if I'm mature enough now to have a kid. I know I will be. But as for right now, I have no idea if I'm ready now or not. I just wish that I could tell these girls that it's not all fun and games. That it's more than just "dress up" and "having someone to always hold." Having a baby is hard work. Harder than they probably realize.
My sister is 11. And I will kill her if she gets pregnant while she is still in high school. I hope that when she starts thinking about sex that she will come to her big sister. I'm not saying that abstinence isn't the only method. I do believe that contraceptives for teenagers should be accessible. I'm not saying that every kid out there is boinking. Not even half. But, for the ones who are having sex, let's make sure that they can be safe. I am pro-life but not for an "oops. We didn't want to have a condom on."
Sorry, I didn't mean to stand on a soapbox just then.
I'm going to wrap this up right now. But I'll be back a little later this week!
Until Then,
~MommyToBee
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