Sometimes it’s really weird that I have to make decisions due to a person who is living in my body. At 14 weeks, almost 100 days of this, I am finally starting to deal with my pants not really wanting to fit like they used to fit, which is annoying. I don’t care about body image, but it is a trip seeing my body look a certain way that it never has in all of the 32 years of my life. It’s also insane that there is a boy in there. I don’t know much about boy kids, but I do know I usually get along with boy students better…but I hate boy moms who super baby their sons to make them feel like entitled assholes, like the two in my AVID class, but that’s a different story.
I had my first stupid woman give a judging comment.
I have some pretty cool students who take a part in wanting to know baby names or how I’m feeling. It’s cute.
Dustin is pretty fantastic with all of this, which I didn’t expect anything less.
There’s less than 180 days left of this, I guess. Some women love being pregnant. Some women don’t. I just knew this was something I had to do to get a person that was half Dustin and half me.
I’m not having the best time, but I certainly am having a better time than I thought I would be having….I guess.
I do really like a few aspects. It mostly has to do with my emotional stability. It’s pretty even. I don’t worry about trivial things that I used to worry about. I don’t focus on myself much or how something affects me. It’s really nice actually. Nothing works me up that much.
I have lots of other things to say, but I’m fairly tired after this short week.