Eighten Weeks!

Exactly one more week until I get that ultrasound, and hopefully the little one spreads his or her legs! The techs have a policy where they DO NOT TELL YOU THE SEX! So, I'm hoping to harass the woman to death until she does. I'll use strategic questions such as: "Can you tell me what THAT is? *as I point to the region between his/her legs*, or I'll say something along the lines of, "If I went shopping today for baby clothes, should I buy lots of blue or lots of pink?" If this woman REFUSES to answer any of those questions, I will scream and cry and harass her more. I am NOT leaving that room without knowing what I'm having. HELL to the NO.

• Anyway, my belly is growing. Still no stretchmarks, I hope to keep it that way.
• Sex is becoming painful... Usually I could go for hours on end but now I get sore after about 10 minutes. TMI?
• I keep having dreams about how I'm going to support my child financially and it always ends the same way; my Mom suggests I become a hooker. Thanks Dream-Mom. I really don't know what I'm going to do in regards to residency and income. I could move out on my own, and get welfare, but how would I even be able to afford clothing for my child and I AND food? Fuck. If my boyfriend moved out with me it'd be a whole other story since there'd be two shared incomes. I really wish he'd see that...

153 more days until reality really hits! But I'm excited nevertheless!