I really wish I had the apartment with my boyfriend already. I cannot stand being in the same breathing space as my Mother. This is not immaturity speaking, because I've had this thought ever since I could remember. I am not my Mother's daughter. Not at all.
I still don't have a name for my little fetus either. I need to start thinking! But with all the other shit that's going on, it's so hard to concentrate -- I'm searching frantically for affordable apartments, I need to figure out how to enroll in school and get subsidized daycare on time, I need a pediatrician...
On Thursday I'm going to beg my OB to give me a membrane sweep. I want this little girl out. I'm getting too fat, too sore, too crampy, too miserable, too tired. I want her out! I want to see my source of happiness.
Two weeks left! Looking back on my first posts, I cannot believe the day is so near.
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