No Such Thing As A bad Kid

Have you ever heard some one say, “They’re a bad kid”? I have, recently. And I truly believe that there is no such thing as a bad kid. There are misguided kids, kids who are seeking love and attention, troubled kids, and wrong parenting choices.

I have seen parents of Adult children, not taking responsibility for how they turned out. I have noticed that if a child grows up, and is successful in a career, love, is a respectable person, or even a good parent, the people who raised that child stand proud and admit, “Yes, I raised that Boy/Girl”, “They are a chip off the old block” etc…. But if a child grows up to not follow the rules/law, makes bad parenting choices, or is a failure in life, the people who raised that child are caught saying things like “I have no idea how they turned out that way”, or “They certainly were not raised to behave that way”. I shake my head and reply, “Really?”

Babies are born a blank slate. Psychologists, Doctor’s and Scientists have all proved that the first Two years of a child life is the most important time for developing mentally. That in fact, things that happen to a baby or toddler, can contribute to who they become as an adult. It has been proven (and what I thought was common knowledge) is that the parents of a child are the most influential people in that child’s life. Of coarse, others play a role in a child’s development. Close family members, teachers, coaches etc….. We all basically lay out a map, for who a child will grow up to be.

Some of us have heard the argument nature vs. nurture. Meaning, what a child is born with vs. what they are taught. If a child is homosexual, or transgender etc… that is nature. If a child is autistic, down syndrome etc… that is nature. A child that has no respect for parents……nurture.

Once you conceive a baby, every decision you make affects that child. The way you and your spouse/partner fight, the way you and your spouse/partner talk to each other, The way you make up and solve your problems, the way you handle life problems or situations. If a parent is an alcoholic, that child is more likely to grow up to be an alcoholic, and so on.

I have had my struggles with parenting. I have had a to parent a Two year-old coming to me and asking why she doesn’t have a Dad. I have had to comfort and try to explain to a 6 year-old why her baby Sister died. And most recently, a toddler who throws temper tantrums. The most important thing I did for my Daughter, was show her love and support. I keep an open line of communication with her ALWAYS. There have been many times she has come to me and said ” Mom, I need to talk”. And I listen. A very important word….listen, listen to your child. The next most important thing you can do for your child, is acknowledging their good deeds. ALWAYS praise the good behavior, and punish the bad behavior. Consistency, is another important parenting tool.

Kids pick up on everything. You have to watch what you say and do. The best parenting advise I have ever gotten is to practice what you preach, and lead by example, and when there is a tantrum ignore the behavior NOT the child. And yes, that was advise I have received. Part of being a responsible parent, is admitting when you need help. When you are overwhelmed, and most importantly accepting advise or ideas from other parents. They say it take a village to raise a child. It does.

So I will proudly stand here and tell you, that there is no such thing as a bad kid. Kids are not something you own. They are not a pet. They are a person, you chose to have. They are little people wanting love, support, praise, acceptance and guidance. How they behave is a reflection of your parenting.

This Year Marks A Decade In My Life, That I Will Never Forget. Chapter Seven

Through everything going on in my life, my ex was always there “poking his head in” every once in a while. I would hear from him by a phone call or by Facebook. And every time I would get an urge to beat the living crap out of him. One time, when Kyla was 4 years-old, he called and asked to talk to her. He made a very convincing plea about how he want’s to be in her life. I told him that if I let him talk to her, that is it. He is to be a part of her life from this moment on. No going back and forth on being a Dad or not. He promised (which I should have known better, than to believe a promise from him), and I gave Kyla the phone. They talked for a few minutes. He than made me another promise. He said that he would call Kyla the next day after work. He never called………

I was so angry. I was angry with myself for falling for his bullshit again. And I was angry at him for hurting Kyla…again. Ashley was also pissed off. He was feeling protective of Kyla, and he said he didn’t want her to get hurt. I do believe that if Ashley had been face to face with Brad, he would have beat the crap out of him. Just because how much he has hurt me and Kyla.

In 2011, Ashley and I started the process of getting Brad to sign over his parental rights. Ashley was going to adopt Kyla.

With a lot of hassle, Brad finally signed over his rights. Ashley adopted Kyla.

I decided to leave out a lot of details about my history with Brad. GOD knows there isn’t enough paper or a big enough computer screen to tell you everything. I will just tell you that the people who know me, and my character know the truth. The people who still fall for his bullshit lies..well, I feel pity for them. The last I heard, Brad got married, had a baby girl, and is now divorced. Apparently she told Brad that he wasn’t the Father of their child. I could bet money that he is the Father. He is just up to his lies once again, to run away from responsibility.

I can say I have no feelings at all for Brad. Not even anger. It took me a long time to get over him and his abandoning me and Kyla. I have gone through all of the emotions. I have shed way to many tears over him. I have moved on. Kyla and I are happy. Kyla has a fantastic Dad (one she deserves). I don’t wish Brad the best. I wish him nothing. I truly believe with all of my heart that he is a sociopath.

I do like to give advice on this topic to other people in similar situations. I also try to tell people, that when you see a ‘Man’ bashing his baby Mama, calling her this and that, blaming her for this and that, and denying his child. 90% of the time, it’s the guy who is in the fault. That ‘crazy bitch’ or ‘slut’ he’s talking about, is raising his child. Taking responsibility, while he runs around sleeping with who ever will open his legs for him.

I ask you, please, when you see a single Mother, don’t assume she is a gold digger or crazy. Assume that, she is a Women who was fucked over, by some immature sorry excuse for a ‘Man’.

 

To Be Continued………..

This Year Marks A Decade Of My Life, I Will Never Forget. Chapter Six

Friends…..again?

 

I went over to Natalie’s three years after our big fight, and about 7 Months after Paige passed away. We cried, we both apologized. It was great to see her after three years.

We took time, and caught up on what we missed in each others lives. She had already known about Ashley and I losing Paige. Natalie hung out with another old good friend of mine, Abra. Who had come to the funeral.

When I left Natalie’s I felt good. I did however, find it very surprising on how forgiving and forth coming, and apologetic she was. If there is one thing I know about Natalie, it’s that she is not a very forgiving person. But I pushed that thought aside, and decided to just be happy to be friends again. After all, I did miss her….a lot.

A couple of months later, Ashley and I were pregnant again. Emotions and fears were running high. Worrying that we would lose another baby.

Throughout my pregnancy, I would confide in Natalie about how scared I was. She would listen, and reassure me. And there were times, that she would confide in me, about how unhappy she was in her marriage. She would tell about plans she had to leave. And all the times, that she would tell me things about her marriage, I never talked to her about my marriage with Ashley. For one, we were good, and I had no plans on leaving him. I thought it would just be wrong for me to sit there and tell her how I was happy with my Husband. So, I kept my mouth shut, and just listened to her, and tried to give her advice.

As far as my pregnancy was going; things were tough sometimes. Emotionally, and mentally. The fear of losing another baby, was so strong.

My Doctor sent me to Credit Valley Hospital. There they have a High Risk clinic, and doctors who are more prepared for baby and delivery emergencies (where I should have been sent with the pregnancy before). This calmed my nerves a lot. To know that you and your baby are in good hands, after a bad situation with your last pregnancy, feels great.

I had the same high blood pressure, but no medication for it was needed. I also got the Gestational diabetes again, but I was more educated this time around. Thanks to Credit Valley Hospital. I had the hot itchy feet again, but no blisters this time. I also learned how to get the itching to calm down.  And I can very happily say… NO Pre-Eclampsia this time.

At 37 weeks, our little baby Zoey was delivered but c-section. She was healthy, and we were so re-leaved. A very happy moment for us.

About 3 to 4 months after Zoey was born. Things with Natalie started to change again. She started to ignore my texts and Facebook messages, and I caught her lying to me. Finally I had had enough. When we became friends again, we both agreed to talk to each other if there was a problem. Holding it in, is what ruined our friendship the last time. So, I confronted her. She than proceeded to tell me that she was to busy. And that I needed to stop being selfish. I responded to her by saying, that expecting a friend to return a text message tor a message on Facebook isn’t selfish. Friends don’t ignore friends. I decided at that moment to end out friendship for good. We wished each other the best, and that was that. We haven’t spoken since.

I still miss being friends with Natalie. I think though, I miss what our friendship used to be, not what it had become. We grew into different women, with different morals. I truly do wish her all the best. I really hope that she can find happiness.

 

To Be Continued……..

 

 

This Year Marks A Decade Of My Life, I Will Never Forget. Chapter One

This July will mark 10 years since I moved out of my parents home. I was 21 years-old, 6 Months pregnant, and getting ready to raise a baby all by myself. This year marks one decade of my life I will never forget…….

January 2005 I found out I was pregnant. The Father? A guy I was dating for 4 years, Brad. The last year was rough. We were on and off. I was young and naive. I believed that baby makes three, which means happiness. Boy was I wrong. To put it plainly….he was an ass with a capital A. I haven’t seen him in 9 years, and haven’t heard from him in 6 years, but I will assume, that he is still an ass.

Any way, back to the story…… I was scared shit-less to tell my parents. I remember when it came out.

My parents had decided that we needed family counseling. I blurted out that I was pregnant in the middle of a session. My Dad was furious. At the time I was scared, but now, I can laugh at the expression on the counselors face when my Dad exploded with anger. She was in shock over the whole situation, and had no clue how to handle it. It was decided that I would move out. I was told that I could not live in their house with a baby. That was okay with me; I thought I could take on the world. After all I was 21, and thought I knew everything about how the world worked. During the coarse of my pregnancy, I had a few people tell me that I couldn’t do it alone. That fueled my need to prove that I was mature, and smart enough to raise this baby alone.

As the Months went on, I had built up this fantasy, that my ex and I would get a place and raise the baby together. He was  DJ at a local bar, where most of the towns young 20 somethings hung out. I would go with my Cousin. I would dance, order pop, and convince myself that he really loved me. I desperately wanted him to accept our baby. I thought I was cool; pregnant with the Dj’s baby. I look back know, and I see how young, desperate, and naive I was. People were divided on who they believed. Some bought his lies, while others I guess pitied me and knew he was just being a dead beat daddy. I would see him flirt with other girls. I knew that he was denying the baby. The story he was telling, was that I was an ex girlfriend who was obsessed with him, and wanted him back, I was a slut, and the baby wasn’t his. At the same time he was telling these lies, he was going apartment hunting with me. Rubbing my belly and talking to the baby. But I think I knew inside that I was supposed to go it alone. So I made the decision to raise this baby without him. And I promise myself that I would be the best Mom, I would never lie to her, and I would always put her first.

The day came, July 2005 I moved into a crappy one bedroom apartment in the small town of Acton. It was above a store, and I think my neighbor was a crack head. It wasn’t the safest place for a single Mother and her baby, but it was home. Moving day was a happy, and a scary day. I was feeling independent, like I could take on the world. But after I was all moved in, and everyone left; I cried my eyes out. I was so scared. It had finally hit me. I was going to be raising a baby all by myself. And the only person I knew in Acton, was my Best Friend at the time, Natalie. Man, was I happy to have her around. She had a Son 2 years earlier, and she was my safe place when I was lonely and scared.

Kyla was 10 days early, being born September 26, 2005. My cat woke me up at 3:00AM on September 25. I went to the washroom, felt something weird, so I decided to sit on the couch instead of going back to bed. 1 minute after I sat down my water broke all over my couch. I panicked and called my parents, who were in Milton, 20 minutes away from me. Shortly after, my parents arrived to take me to Milton Hospital. My Mom called Brad, and told him I was having the baby. He came to the hospital and was the worst labour coach ever. He went out for a cigarette what seemed like every 5 minutes. So Kathryn, my Cousin/Best Friend/’Sister’ came in and sat with me.  7.5 hours later I gave birth to the most beautiful baby girl. I was in love.

A few hours after the baby was born Brad disappeared. When he finally decided to come visit us, he would sit and fall asleep holding Kyla. He was pretty good at acting like he gave a shit. One time before leaving the hospital, he tried to kiss me good-bye. I pulled away and said “What are you doing? Just because we have a baby together, doesn’t mean we are together.” Leaving on my own for that short time, and meeting my baby had made me grow up, and I had put my priorities together. I no longer needed him. I was fine doing it alone. All I wanted from him, was to be a Dad to Kyla.

When it came time to fill out the baby registration form, he insisted that Kyla take his last name. We argued for days over that. I gave in, and gave the baby his name. I guess I thought that would make him change, and decide to be apart of his Daughters life. Course, I thought him being there for her birth would make him change, but it didn’t.

17 Months after moving out into that crappy one bedroom apartment, I was  able to move into a Two bedroom apartment (still in Acton). To say I was happy about it would be an understatement. I was ecstatic! The best part, besides being able to have my own room……..I didn’t have to walk across the street to do my laundry. There was a laundry room downstairs in my building.  And also, I was only a 2 minute walk from my Best friends house. I remember when I got the phone call that Kyla and I were moving. I hung up the phone, and started jumping up and down in excitement. Kyla smiled and started to jump up and down too. To see my little 15 Month old toddler looking at me with that smile on her face; I knew that we would be okay. Just me and her. We were a team.

To be continued….

 

 

Merry Christmas…..Or Whatever It Is That You Say

Today is Christmas Eve. And while I was out today I have been hearing a lot of Merry Christmas’s being past around, and I say it back proudly. I am surprised at how many still say that. We’ve have all seen posts going around Facebook, telling people to say Merry Christmas instead of Happy Holidays. Or those people who post to social media groups saying that Christmas is being taken away from us. Well….I call Bullshit on that theory.

Canada is multicultural, especially here in Ontario. We have all sorts of religions here, and I can honestly say that never, have I had someone get angry or upset with me for saying Merry Christmas. To those who get upset and blame immigrants for trying to steal Christmas, let me point out some logic here for you.

No one has the right to stop you from celebrating Christmas. What you celebrate in your home is your business. I do say Merry Christmas to people, and in return I welcome them to say Happy whatever it is they celebrate back to me, and I don’t get offended. NO ONE is trying to stop Christmas. It’s all in your head. Along with all your hate. Maybe more Christians should embrace other cultures, while embracing their own.

I for one am tired of seeing and hearing people complain about how we are losing the right to celebrate Christmas. I think with all the hate going around, we are losing sight of what the Holidays really mean. The true meaning of Christmas. Love, Family, Friends, Giving, and of coarse Food 😉

Maybe you should take a minute and look around. Look at what you have, and how lucky you are that you have it. Some out there have nothing. Some are sleeping on the street tonight, with no family, and no turkey supper. Some families can’t afford gifts for their children. My kids are ecstatic about Santas arrival and presents tomorrow morning. My heart breaks for those children who will have an bare tree Christmas morning, or no tree at all. So instead of all complaining, how about you get off your ass and give to the less fortunate?

Merry Christmas….. or Happy whatever you celebrate!

 

 

 

A Change for the Better

I was up at 6:00am this morning. I woke and couldn’t get back to sleep.  My brain feels like it’s in overdrive. My thoughts go a mile a minute……….. What is it that has my mind racing at 6:00am on a holiday Monday? My parents.

I sit quietly drinking a coffee. I listen to the silence of my house. Everyone else is still asleep. I think about the night before, when I was at my parents and listening, and seeing how my Mom feels about herself. I see her cry and hear her say that she has no self esteem. I watch my Dad’s reaction to this, and I begin to fully think about how our actions and words affect others.

After my coffee, and everyone else still asleep, I decide to go downstairs and get a quick workout in.

Then, everyone else still asleep, I decide to write this blog……..I have the words in my head, but I am having trouble getting it out. Odd for me. Usually when I sit and write my blog the words just flow. Maybe I should go back into the past a little bit, to give you a better understanding of me and my parents.

I guess you could say that my parents and I are a little broken. If you have been following my blogs, you already know that I have blamed my parents for a lot. I even went a period of time of not talking to them. Things have changed for the better and we are all working towards mending our family. I have been through therapy and my Dad has as well. My Mom has just started and has a very long road ahead of her.

My Mom has very low self esteem. She was told by her therapist to write down 10 things that she likes about herself. Her bristol board remains blank. She can’t talk about it without crying. I know I should give her a hug, I want to give her a hug. But I have trouble. Not because I don’t care, but because I don’t know how to comfort her. I can comfort my Husband and my Girls, but I have trouble with showing affection towards my parents.

What is weighing heavily on my mind, is self esteem and how we teach our children to view themselves. How we teach our children to comfort, and to express emotions without shame. I think about where my Mom’s self esteem issues came from.

My Mom’s sisters have told her that she needs to get over it. As far as I know, they offer no comforting words or gestures. Is this because maybe growing up they were not taught how to comfort? My Aunts love my Mom, so please do not assume that there is no love in my family. They weren’t taught the skills to comfort. As most people aren’t. This would have been passed down through the generations.

I think about not just what my family and I can do, what she needs to do for herself. I was in therapy, because I lost my skills to cope. I have been through a lot, seen a lot and losing my baby was just the last straw. Thus the reason for going some time without talking to my parents. I couldn’t cope with my own problems let alone anyone elses. Hell, I couldn’t cope with anything. I still have trouble and sometimes I need to put myself on a time out, but I have come a long way to getting back to being myself. Getting my fight back. That was something I had to do myself, but kind words and support from my Husband gave me the confidence that I needed to get back to my normal.

Both of my parents weren’t taught how to comfort others. That was one issue I had growing up. I felt I was left alone to deal with all the problems of the world. Over the years I developed a thick skin. I learned how to put up walls. Now watching my Mom, it becomes clear to me, just how high my walls are. My highest walls are the ones between myself and my parents. It all comes full circle. When my Mom tells me that she loves me, I can now say it back. Now, that may seem like a small thing, even a normal thing for you. But for me this is huge. I have to learn to comfort my Mom. To help us all fix our relationships we have to learn to give comfort, even if that person has not given it to us. I think that my whole family needs to learn to comfort each other. Not just for my Mom’s sake, but for the well being of everyone. We need to teach the next generation to be more compassionate.

So I guess I will end this blog with  advice to everyone. Be more compassionate to others. Our world is full of anger and hate. With each passing generation it gets worse. I don’t mean to sound like a tree hugging hippe, but I fear for the generations to come. I fear that my Girls will grow up feeling worthless and have no confidence in themselves. I will make a change to turn the cycle around. Will you?

 

 

The Truth on the Destruction of Man Kind

Natural Disasters, Global Warming, diseases, Obesity, Poverty, Homicides, Suicides or maybe even a Zombie Apocalypse. These are just some of the ways the media (or movies) advocates the end of Man kind………. The real truth that will end us all…….The rapid growth of major cities and the disappearing farm land.

My Husband is a Crop Farmer, so I might be a little biased, but you can’t ignore the facts.

The population of the world grows everyday. Cities are being built outward, and farmland is being sold off to developers. Now add in the fact that most city folk are uneducated about agriculture. Ask around and see how many people think their food comes from the store or market. Somewhere down the line agriculture got a bad rep. We need to educate people about the value of land and food. Everyone wants the best of the best. The biggest house, the best car the highest paying job etc…… but at what price?

Fact 1. The world is only so big. We can not make it bigger.

Fact 2. There is only so much land. We can not make more land.

Fact 3. We need food to live.

Fact 4. You can not grow crops and raise livestock  in the city.

Fact 5. You need good soil to get a good yield from crops.

Fact 6. In Ontario, you can only go so far North with growing crops. Just 1-2 hours away from where we live you get into cottage country, there the earth is to rocky for cropping.

Fact 7.  One field of Corn produces more oxygen and gets rid of more carbon dioxide than one forest does.

Fact 8. Corn and soy beans are used in almost everything. Fire works, crayons, furniture etc…..

So how do we fix this problem you ask??? My opinion…….Grow  up with the cities.

Instead of growing outward, maybe we should be looking at how we can grow up. Grow the city within the city. Preserve farmland. If land is deemed part of the Greenbelt, then by God, keep it that way. Don’t build subdivisions on that land. Children should be educated from a young age about agriculture. I say this because there are people out there who have no idea how their food gets to the store or the market. I once had a friend tell me that she thought eggs where aborted chickens. Yep…I still laugh at that one. The truth….eggs that we eat were never fertilized. Chickens lay eggs. That’s  just what they do. To get baby chicks you need a rooster to fertilize the egg. No rooster, no baby chicks. The eggs are just yolk. So we either eat them or they go to waste. Please explain to me how a grown Women thought other wise?

There is a rumor that farmers beat their animals and animals are forced to get pregnant and their young is ripped from them at a young age. Ummm, I think that is both a lie and a stereotype. Did you know that when a cow is happy, it’s chewing it’s cud? Did you know that the cows utter works like our beasts, if you keep pumping, they will keep producing. Now, did you also know that stereotyping is wrong and assumption is the Mother of all F**k ups?

My point here is to prove how uneducated most are. It doesn’t matter if you are vegan, vegetarian, gluten free, diabetic, or a meat eater, we all need farmers. We all need to save our farm land. If the rapid growth of our cities continues, that will be the end of man kind. Not global warming or any other thing the media points the blame finger at. We need to get real and fast. The size of your house, the price of your car and your job title won’t do you any good when there is no food to feed your family. All the money in the world won’t save you, if we built up all of our land.

I’m just a house wife Mother of two, who supports farmers and all they do and all the sacrifices they make to put food in our stores. Thank You, may the farm not be forgotten.

 

 

 

 

What’s the cost for being lazy?

Since having baby number three, I have been on the quest of getting my health back. I have found it harder and harder to get into “before baby” shape with every baby. For me, my motivation comes and goes. My weight has gone up and down, and I am someone who has to work hard at it. I feel I am finally at in a good place and I am finding it easier to stay motivated.  I do feel sometimes that I am surrounded by lazy people. People who will find any excuse they can find, not to exercise. They say “Well, I don’t have time”. I say make the time.

Society is getting bigger and I am hearing a lot of people thinking that it ok to be big. Some women are saying ” I love myself”. Well, you can go to far with being to big and being to small. Just because someone is thin, does not mean that they are healthy. Ever hear of something called skinny fat? So don’t think I am being one-sided here.

To me, loving yourself means taking care of your body as well as loving who you are. I agree that women should have curves, but at what are the consequences to no exercise?

I had high blood pressure and gestational diabetes, with my last two pregnancies. I am currently on high blood pressure medication and have been told that I am pre-diabeteic. My goal is to lower my blood pressure and to be taken off medication, and prolong getting diabetes for as long as I can. And with my efforts to improve the health of my insides, I will lose weight.

I guess what I am trying to say is, that you should love yourself, but sitting on your ass and doing nothing is not loving yourself. Because when you love yourself, you take care of your health. Thin or fat we all need to be getting out there and be more active. I choose to exercise, and I do love myself. My goal is to improve my health, because that is what it comes down to. I love my curves and want to keep them. The number on the scale does not matter to me, it’s how I feel on the inside. I dare all of you to make a 100% effort into working out for one week. I bet you will feel awesome.

I don’t know about you, but I want to live for many, many more years!

Children left in cars is neglect and murder, no matter how you look at it

Summer has just begun and Canada has had two children die from being left in a car for an extended period of time. The first one was a two year-old boy, who was under his Grandmothers supervision. The Grandmother left him in the car and went into the house. The second was a 3 year-old who was coming back from a play date (or something like that) and found her way into her Mother’s unlocked vehicle. The grandmother of the two year-old is being charged, but what about the parents of the three year-old??

I am a Mom and I have never forgotten about my Daughter. From the day I brought her home from the hospital, if I went shopping or out for another errand and had things to bring into the house, I always took my Daughter out first and the items purchased came second. Anyone who knows a toddler or lives with one, knows that it is extremely hard to forget that they are there. 5 minutes does not go by and you are having to tell them no, or hear them running around, talking, and when there is silence you know they are up to no good.

I read a comment someone had asked about the Grandmother in the first story. They were wondering if the Grandmother had a mental illness which would cause her to forget the child. My opinion…. if the Grandmother had a mental illness that made her incapable of taking care of a child properly, than the child should not have been left in her care. She should be charged, she murdered her Grandchild.  I would like to ask this women, how did so much time pass and she never noticed that there was no two year-old running around the house??

As for the case of the three year-old “finding” her way into an unlocked car. I ask her parents, what the hell was your three year-old doing outside unattended?? I do think that the parents should be charged, for neglect and murder.

For those of you who may think that I am being unfair in my opinion, I would like you to thing about this. Two children are dead, they will never grow up, because the people who were left in charge of them had no mind to pay proper attention the these children.  These children were robbed of their lives…. justice needs to be served for these children.

A child should never be left in a vehicle unattended, period. Especially when it is hot and humid. When you have a child or are taking care of someone elses child you are responsible for their well-being. Their life is in your hands. A child does not know the difference between what is dangerous and what is not. It is your job to look out for them and teach them. Has society become so self-involved that we are now forgetting to take proper care of our children? Is whatever else we have going on so much more important?

 

 

You Know You’re Pregnant When…..

You know your pregnant when…..

The temperature in your house is 15c and you are perfectly comfortable.

You have to pee every hour on the hour.

When you have a graving for a specific food, it’s like you can taste the craving in your mouth and sometimes the bad cravings will not go away unless you give in.

No one would dare to come in between you and your food (unless they know what`s good for them)

You need to nap for most of the days during the 40 weeks of pregnancy (most of those days being in the first and third trimester)

You get lower back pains, swollen feet/ankles, constipation, hemorrhoids, sore breasts, stretch marks, acid re-flux, possibility of high blood pressure, possibility of gestational diabetes, acne, gas, itchy skin and did I mention acid re-flux

You get strangers touching your belly, like they think that they are actually touching the baby.

You get rude people telling you that you look like you are about to burst. ( like your self-esteem isn’t low enough)

Towards the end of a pregnancy, shaving your legs and tying your shoes is a huge success.

Getting comfortable while sleeping becomes almost impossible.

You either want  lots of sex or absolutely none at all.

You feel fat, tired, hungry, cranky and worried all at the same time.

Towards the end of your pregnancy bending down and getting back up is a huge success.

MOOD SWINGS!

Crying can sometimes be a daily event, followed shortly after by anything else.

Your poor Husband takes a lot of blame for how you are feeling.

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