Well....
I had my scan the other day.Didn't go exactly how i would have liked it to have gone. The first one was much smoother.This time my bladder wasn't full enough (though it felt ready to burst at any moment) and the baby wasn't in a good position and refused to move. Just as stubborn as it's mother and grandmother. hehe.
anyways, the durse pushed REAL hard on my stomach and jabbed me and pushed in all directions to try to get the baby to move, and it hurt. But it wouldn't move. Thankfully though, the nurse managed to get all the information she needed.
Because of baby not being in a good position, the nurse couldn't really tell whether it was a boy or girl.In her VERY proffessional words "Im not certain. I don't see any dangly bits so id put my money on a girl."
Darn it!!!I want a boy!!Oh well, things like that always happen to me.Im going name her Jane Elinz.Kind of after my aunt - her name is Lindsay Jane.I told my mother what i was going to call the baby and she suggested the middle name.Only 4 months and 1 day to go....!!!!
Sooo... as of Wednesday 12th September, i am doomed to be a single mum.-sigh-
Me and the father of my child had somewhat of a big arguement and i told him to break up with me and get on with his life and that just because i wont get rid of my child doesn't mean he has to suffer.Ok, i admit i was a little harsh to him, but you should have seen how he acted afterwards. I've never known such an immature 21yr old. I told him i still want to be friends with him, but he said he doesn't want me to contact him and he pretty much wants nothing more to do with me. He wants me to send him copies of scans and let him know closer to the time of birth, but that's it.
Yesterday, however, he called me up asking if there was any chance of me and him getting back together.Hahaha....Men.
Ok, so i've been back in UK since April 26th 2007. That's almost three months.I met this guy that i knew from school when i was about 12yrs old. We got talking and ended up getting together. Put bluntly, i was a virgin before i met him.So we've been together since June 1st 2007, just over a month.On Wednesday July 17th 2007, i went to the clinic for a morning after pill and they said my period was late so they couldn't give me one and they wanted to do a pregnancy test.....I was terrified. I sat in the room, waiting for the nurse to come back with the results. She finally came back into the room and put a piece of paper down on the desk with the pregnancy test next to it and showed me that the result was..... POSITIVE!!
I broke down into tears. Obviously i was happy about pregnant, it's one thing that i have always wanted. But the timing was completely wrong. I had been fired from my job the previous week and me and my housemate were being evicted.I went straight over to the pub where my boyfriend works and broke down in the toilets, unsure of how to tell him or how he would react.
I told him i needed to talk to him about me and him and he thought i was going to break up with him. When he realized i was pregnant, he went into complete shock and started laughing.
We're both really happy about it and looking forward to the end of the nine months. I can't wait to find out whether it's a boy or girl.
I had really bad morning/afternoon and evening sickness the last two days, but i feel absolutely fine today. weird, huh.
Im so excited!!!If anyone has any advice, i am more than happy to recieve it.
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