February

This blog started out to be about my pregnancy. But in order to get there, I had to start with the day I first took the test. A test that I never got to take but one that confirmed my 15 year old was pregnant. Things aren't as bad as they were back then. I've seen her once in the last 5 months and that was when she ran away from her dads and stopped by briefly for some prenatal vitamins. She didn't want our neighbors to see her and call her sister. So by now, it's February. I am now 63 days away from the birth of my son. So much has happened. I was very sick with him. Constantly feeling like I was going to throw up, constantly suffering from back pain. Seeing the doctor every two weeks because of my age and past history of pregnancies. I did a test and it came back positive for Down's Syndrome. So I was supposed to do the amnio to find out for sure. I'm the type that it won't matter. The child I'm carrying is mine and I will love him/her no matter what. And when I did the extensive ultrasound, there was nothing there that would make the doctor think there was a problem. I did my 1 hour glucose test and it came back elevated. So I had to do the 3 hour test which was a nightmare. I had to drink this supersweet liquid and have my blood drawn 4 times during the 3 hours. I couldn't eat or drink anything from midnight the night before but I hadn't eaten since 8pm. , and I didn't start the test until 10:30am. So by the time it was done, I was about to pass out. But it turned out ok. I don't have gestational diabetes. My daughter is due in March and I am due in April. But to see me, you'd think I was overdue. I am huge. I have a hard time shaving my legs, bending down to pick stuff up. You'd think my husband would be more supportive considering all I'm enduring for his act of stupidity. People asked us if we were trying to get pregnant. He answers "yes", I say "I wasn't, I just laid there". I'm smart enough to know that my age isn't good to have kids. But he's selfish and doesn't think about all that I have to go through. I'm still expected to clean house, cook all the meals and tend to the two kids. My 8 year old got kicked out of school so I'm home studying her and she just doesn't want to work. I got through so much stress each day that I'm surprised it hasn't effected this baby more. But he's very active and I'm excited for the day we will meet. I will also be very sad. I love the feeling of him moving in my tummy and feeling and seeing it. My kids are very excited about their new brother. I know I complain a lot, but I was hoping that I would have been spoiled this last time. No such luck.