When you finally find that one person to share your life with it comes with its ups and downs. Loving someone for their flaws and them loving you for yours.
Not only are you going to walk your life with someone hand in hand you must learn your pre-school education of sharing is caring. You have to share bathroom counter space, the television remote as well as the big one, THE BED!!
There are good things that come with sharing the bed, like mattress dancing. Now that is always fun. :)
But there are times when it seems like one partner is taking up all the room in bed. He or she is bed hogging, maybe not intentionally but it happens. When a man works all day being the bread winner of the family, sometimes his woman might need to remember the following. He is the one waking up before the sun comes up, commuting through traffic full of other half asleep men, working, driving back and coming home right before the sun goes down. So if he takes a majority of the bed than why even bitch?
Now if the lady is taking up the bed maybe the men in their lives need to remember the following. If there is children in the equation than she is running around after these little people. Loading and unloading and taking them where they need to go. Laundry, dishes and cleaning is an unending chore that is done daily, if you married the right woman that is. Having a different menu for the week so you don't get sick of just having hot dogs or spagetti every week for the rest of your life. That is a task on its own. So if she takes a majority of the bed than why even bitch?
At the end of the day, just remember that both of you are working just as hard to maintain a beautiful family. Everyone is doing their part and as long as someone gets a good night sleep to accomplish another day. And bed hogging will just be one of those little things one day you will miss when its been years of sharing and one of you has parted to the after life.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
The Shadow Demons
There I was standing in a house that I have been in before. Friends and family were around us. And I knew that there was an evil presence in the area. A gentlemen was waiting for his soul to be taken due to his deal he made with the Devil. This gentleman's presence was the reason we were all uneasy. His mood was one of impatience and fear. As I kept going through the house, and watching the other men talk to the damned man. I felt dispair and loss. By the time I walked out side again, I saw the Damned Man talk to the Soul Collector. I heard the Soul Collector tell the Damned Man his soul is safe for now.
I walked back into the house and it the presence of Evil had thickened. I grabbed the child and headed to the room with my sister. She was folding her clothes, going about her daily chores. I told her I did not feel safe in the house and we should pray. She showed no signs of fear but could feel the a presence in the house as well. I told her we should say the Lord's Prayer and the child in my arms spoke, "That prayer will not keep them away." I held the child closer to my chest and began to pray. "Jesus, Our Lord and Savior, protect us from the evil. Do not let anything happen to us" As I continued to try to find the words to ward the evil away the evil was beginning to get stronger and grow in the room. I held the child closer, holding back my tears from fear. The room was glowing red and Shadow Demons appeared. They were approaching my sister. I watched them get closer a began screaming at her to get away and come closer to me but she did not move. She was in a trance. And I could not move to grab her. The Shadow Demons danced around her. Her human form disappeared and she too became a shadow on the wall. They took her way and all I could do is watch in terror as she disappeared into the corner of fire. The last thing I heard from her was her laughter. And the room went back to normal, I set the child down for I could finally move. I was crying for my prayers could not save her.
And then I woke up.
I walked back into the house and it the presence of Evil had thickened. I grabbed the child and headed to the room with my sister. She was folding her clothes, going about her daily chores. I told her I did not feel safe in the house and we should pray. She showed no signs of fear but could feel the a presence in the house as well. I told her we should say the Lord's Prayer and the child in my arms spoke, "That prayer will not keep them away." I held the child closer to my chest and began to pray. "Jesus, Our Lord and Savior, protect us from the evil. Do not let anything happen to us" As I continued to try to find the words to ward the evil away the evil was beginning to get stronger and grow in the room. I held the child closer, holding back my tears from fear. The room was glowing red and Shadow Demons appeared. They were approaching my sister. I watched them get closer a began screaming at her to get away and come closer to me but she did not move. She was in a trance. And I could not move to grab her. The Shadow Demons danced around her. Her human form disappeared and she too became a shadow on the wall. They took her way and all I could do is watch in terror as she disappeared into the corner of fire. The last thing I heard from her was her laughter. And the room went back to normal, I set the child down for I could finally move. I was crying for my prayers could not save her.
And then I woke up.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Monday, December 27, 2010
Two Years of Misery
That is how long its been since I have had a real job. I miss having money. I miss it a lot. My own money I worked for. I have been miserable without a job. And all those folks who ride my ass about finding job ate on my last fuckin nerve. So....I am miserable and just wish I had a fucking job. Hoe
I hope my ass is good enough to be a waitress at a place where my girls and lrgs can me out of this hell called poverty. I am still very much on love but that shit dont psy bills and it sure does put a strain on my marriage. I am just sick of being the fucking loser/charity case. I would love to get pd for my short stories.but at this rate my dreams are just bullshit fantasies. Yeah....FUCK!!!!!
This is why I would rather be MISSED, then worried about. Cause so far I am not too impressed with myself and nobody else should be either. If I get anymore hateful I will be cursed with a longer life and FUCK THAT. I really needed to write. Now....if I only had the time to write a good short story. Maybe one of feelers or one of a man who kills all males that carry and bleed cursed blood. Or a pyscho bi polar bitch who kills to make a point. I love to write.
I hope my ass is good enough to be a waitress at a place where my girls and lrgs can me out of this hell called poverty. I am still very much on love but that shit dont psy bills and it sure does put a strain on my marriage. I am just sick of being the fucking loser/charity case. I would love to get pd for my short stories.but at this rate my dreams are just bullshit fantasies. Yeah....FUCK!!!!!
This is why I would rather be MISSED, then worried about. Cause so far I am not too impressed with myself and nobody else should be either. If I get anymore hateful I will be cursed with a longer life and FUCK THAT. I really needed to write. Now....if I only had the time to write a good short story. Maybe one of feelers or one of a man who kills all males that carry and bleed cursed blood. Or a pyscho bi polar bitch who kills to make a point. I love to write.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
OWN YOUR INNER BITCH!
It clearly states on most of my Internet social profiles. I AM A BITCH. So what seems to be the problem? OHHH, can't read cause that is the only reason I see why you don't get it.
Look being a Bitch is something I OWN. All girls are bitches, it's the ones that take it too far and become CUNTS, the most hated creatures created by the human race. But that's a different conversation. I'm here to tell everyone again, to make it clear. I'M A BITCH! Just in case you missed it.
So, I'm sick of all these fucking pussies around here that can't take this Bitch's tone, than RUN to my husband like a child and complain about me! HOW OLD ARE WE? really MOTHERFUCKERS? GROW UP! If you don't like it, TELL ME. Than let the flood gates OPEN.
Now, I own my inner bitch but it does get me in trouble. I'm not gonna lie! (goes back to the snitches) It gets me in trouble cause not only am I a BITCH, I have no couth. When these two powers combine, people get butt hurt booo fucking hoooo!
But I'm not always "allowed" to voice my true feelings about shit I've observed and witnessed. I guess inside it goes back to my "know your place as a woman" and this woman just smiles and thinks evil horrible thoughts. But I'm full of fucking examples, all these examples are just that EXAMPLES! :-)
For instance, when you call MY CELL, MY father pays for, I think I can have whatever fucking TONE I want to have. Especially if you can't get the clue to leave a fucking message when i IGNORED you the first time cause I screen all my calls. ALL OF THEM, ALL THE TIME. Now you know.
Or when a certain PUTA leaves shitty voice messages, why can't I FIRMLY remind her it is my phone she is calling. PINCHE PUTA DIE!
How about the fact I have to play nice to a girl I met laying on her back. Yeah, okay. Ink sluts piss me off, and if she ever makes a pass at my husband and I find out about it. I will rip her face off and feed it to her. I don't think a counter girl is a bad idea, but I thought you said a HOT FINE ASS BITCH, not an ugly lot lizard's daughter. I thought you said "BOOBIES sell tattoos, piercings and jewelry" Well, those -A cups aren't gonna sell shit! Just calling like I see it and there ain't much to see! And why would you stick your dick in that? This is not a smart business move. PERIOD!
I'm not allowed to say anything.....oopps i just did! ta ha ha
So, if I have nothing nice to say, I don't say anything at all. But don't confuse this for fear or jealousy. I'm all over showing my MEAN BITCH side at any given time TO YOUR FUCKING FACE! So there were some examples. If I opened my non-couth mouth and let out the bitchiness, I could get in a bit of shit. I would literally make life harder for my husband and he don't need that.
I own my bitch. all of them:
Mean BITCH
Bad ass BITCH
Cool Bitch
Silly Bitch
FUCKING BITCH
list is endless!
Ladies, this world is unfortunately has and always will be run by men. Men are assholes cut throat fuckers. They do things to get where and what they want in life. You know what, being a BITCH puts us in the same level as assholes, to be honest. To play on the same field as them you must be on TEAM BITCH. If your not a bitch sometimes than others will just run your ass over. Powerful women got to were they are cause they know how to be a Bitch, a well reserved Bitch but non the less a BITCH.
This is why my closet friends are my friends. WE ARE BITCHES. We aren't afraid to open our mouths when we feel hurt, threatened, or just plain angry. We might pre judge, sometimes. But our womanly bitch intuition senses and weeds out the weak girls, a worthy adversary, or even a CUNT. Who will never be worthy of our friendship, but at least a good shit talking bitch session.
I'm tired of being on MUTE, but I understand, somethings are better left UNSAID. Unsaid to certain individuals but you can always call upon your fellow bitch friends and vent to them. For one day, you'll be listening and laughing at their bitchy comments and that's OKAY with me. It's not only okay, I welcome it.
One of my favorite quotes from Stephen King.
"Sometimes being a bitch is all a woman has to hold on to" - Vera Donovan, in Dolores Claiborne.
Written by a man, YES. But he must have been raised by a woman, who knew who she was, a BITCH. Thank you Stephen King, I applaud you.
Look being a Bitch is something I OWN. All girls are bitches, it's the ones that take it too far and become CUNTS, the most hated creatures created by the human race. But that's a different conversation. I'm here to tell everyone again, to make it clear. I'M A BITCH! Just in case you missed it.
So, I'm sick of all these fucking pussies around here that can't take this Bitch's tone, than RUN to my husband like a child and complain about me! HOW OLD ARE WE? really MOTHERFUCKERS? GROW UP! If you don't like it, TELL ME. Than let the flood gates OPEN.
Now, I own my inner bitch but it does get me in trouble. I'm not gonna lie! (goes back to the snitches) It gets me in trouble cause not only am I a BITCH, I have no couth. When these two powers combine, people get butt hurt booo fucking hoooo!
But I'm not always "allowed" to voice my true feelings about shit I've observed and witnessed. I guess inside it goes back to my "know your place as a woman" and this woman just smiles and thinks evil horrible thoughts. But I'm full of fucking examples, all these examples are just that EXAMPLES! :-)
For instance, when you call MY CELL, MY father pays for, I think I can have whatever fucking TONE I want to have. Especially if you can't get the clue to leave a fucking message when i IGNORED you the first time cause I screen all my calls. ALL OF THEM, ALL THE TIME. Now you know.
Or when a certain PUTA leaves shitty voice messages, why can't I FIRMLY remind her it is my phone she is calling. PINCHE PUTA DIE!
How about the fact I have to play nice to a girl I met laying on her back. Yeah, okay. Ink sluts piss me off, and if she ever makes a pass at my husband and I find out about it. I will rip her face off and feed it to her. I don't think a counter girl is a bad idea, but I thought you said a HOT FINE ASS BITCH, not an ugly lot lizard's daughter. I thought you said "BOOBIES sell tattoos, piercings and jewelry" Well, those -A cups aren't gonna sell shit! Just calling like I see it and there ain't much to see! And why would you stick your dick in that? This is not a smart business move. PERIOD!
I'm not allowed to say anything.....oopps i just did! ta ha ha
So, if I have nothing nice to say, I don't say anything at all. But don't confuse this for fear or jealousy. I'm all over showing my MEAN BITCH side at any given time TO YOUR FUCKING FACE! So there were some examples. If I opened my non-couth mouth and let out the bitchiness, I could get in a bit of shit. I would literally make life harder for my husband and he don't need that.
I own my bitch. all of them:
Mean BITCH
Bad ass BITCH
Cool Bitch
Silly Bitch
FUCKING BITCH
list is endless!
Ladies, this world is unfortunately has and always will be run by men. Men are assholes cut throat fuckers. They do things to get where and what they want in life. You know what, being a BITCH puts us in the same level as assholes, to be honest. To play on the same field as them you must be on TEAM BITCH. If your not a bitch sometimes than others will just run your ass over. Powerful women got to were they are cause they know how to be a Bitch, a well reserved Bitch but non the less a BITCH.
This is why my closet friends are my friends. WE ARE BITCHES. We aren't afraid to open our mouths when we feel hurt, threatened, or just plain angry. We might pre judge, sometimes. But our womanly bitch intuition senses and weeds out the weak girls, a worthy adversary, or even a CUNT. Who will never be worthy of our friendship, but at least a good shit talking bitch session.
I'm tired of being on MUTE, but I understand, somethings are better left UNSAID. Unsaid to certain individuals but you can always call upon your fellow bitch friends and vent to them. For one day, you'll be listening and laughing at their bitchy comments and that's OKAY with me. It's not only okay, I welcome it.
One of my favorite quotes from Stephen King.
"Sometimes being a bitch is all a woman has to hold on to" - Vera Donovan, in Dolores Claiborne.
Written by a man, YES. But he must have been raised by a woman, who knew who she was, a BITCH. Thank you Stephen King, I applaud you.
Friday, June 18, 2010
F*** Romance, GIve me PASSION.
"hey, I'll meet you there."
"No, come pick me up."
"Fine be ready." she's never ready.
"Are you bringing Anthony?"
"Nope, what little boy wants to hand out at the laundry mat?"
"Well I'M gonna see if Fern will watch Canela while we do this."
"Be ready. I gotta say my byes and grab my purse, you have 10 minutes."
End Button. If I don't let her respond, it will put her in full gear. I got the last load in the truck already. I walk into Antony's room. "Mijo, ya me voy." He looks away from the movie long enough to say, "okay mami, I love you" Hugs my legs and offers a kiss. And I except. "Mijo, Papi is in the garage, if you need something."
"Okiay, Mami" he says.
I walk out to the garage, He is tinkering with someething under the hood, playing mechanic. I still believe he doesn't know what he is doing. I stop and annouce. "I'm leaving, I gotta go pick up Jade and than to do laundry, I'll be back to make dinner, shouldn't take me long." He looked up at me, " Okay and mijo?"
"He's in his room, I just came from there, I told him you were in here."
"We'll be here, unless we make a trip to AutoMAX. Love you."
"Me, too." I slam the door of the truck. I turn the key, check my mirrors and I am out.
It's not early but it's not late. If we wanted to we could still stop by the bank for quarters. But this girl, you can give advance advance notice or spur of moment, she's gonna be late. She just runs to life, sometimes.
BEEP. Her head pops our from behind the screen door. "you know damn well, I'm not ready." "I know, I turned off the truck off, when I parked." I walk into the house, say my hellos to Fern. I see the 2 baskets in the living room, I know my job to get her out faster. She is walking around the house for the final sweep of her house. Ghe's got a pair of socks, pj's and other whatnots. She is trying to convince Fern we will not take long. "Are you almost ready, we just have one stoop to dollar store for soap and than to the laundy mat." I grab the second basket and wait outside. I left them whispering in the kitchen. Holding a small ball of clothes in one arm and touching his forearm with the other one. He is looks like he is pouting. He's just older than her but it's like she is raising a 2 year old little girl and a teen in a grown man's body. I'm outside checkin gmy phone for missed calla. Sonmtimes if I'm not 2 ring on the spot, I feel interigated, the questoon? Jade makes it out of the house a little earlier than I expected. She jumps in the passanger side, throws the clothes in the back, digs through her purse and finds her smokes. " I SWEAR " with a big loud HUFF. She can be loud, well when she's fustrated.
"We're dumb. what the hell is wrong with us? And we really do have to stop at dollar store and then coffee." I say.
She rolls her eyes< "I don't believe you."
"okay, fine believe. I have house, child, a man and car. i got everything, my heart says other wise and sex is diminsitioning."
"Well I don't belive you."
"well, I don't believe you."
We park at the dollar store, both spring out of the truck. We are on a mission. Our conversation consist of if we are going to share the soap cost, do we need to run by the bank for change? We get back to the truck, we pick off where I left off.
"Diministing? How about mine is non-exsistant." The last time was a couple weeks ago for our anniversary, its like he doesn't want to have sex with me."
"you win, I loose this round." I frown.
We say nothing as we pull into drive thru for the coffee shop. The girl immediately recognized Jade and starts getting her coffee ready. Jade is this coffee house number one fan. Her trips make this girls paycheck happen. So, she is not only putting herself through school, she is stimulating the local economy.
As we are leaving, we catch the begining of our favorite band, WRENCH, and the way the last conversation went we were in that kind of mood. Meloncoly. She turns it up, we sing along. I park the truck, because we were not very far fromt he laundry mat and fall into the song. It's over.
"Aaaaggghhh....I love that song." My sister assesses situation in side through there big glass windows. "Let's get this shit done."
Well you know how laundry goes, unload truck, load washers, insert quarters, add detergent, and repeat. When all the clothes are doing the bubble swish dance.
"well I thought I had more clothes." I state as I stack the laundry baskets and throw them on the top of the double loader. Grab my coffee off the top and join my sister, who is already sitting in the plastic double chair bench.
She slumps and than sits up when i join her, "our anniversary was a while back."
"I don't know what to tell you, we are moving into that catagory."
"Get this, he tried to be romantic but his idea of romance is Italian food and sex. so yeah."
I just nod, I haven't seen romance in awhile.
Than she just blurt outs, "FUCK ROMANCE, Give me PASSSIIIOOOONNN. Like grrrr. Touch me mmmmmm." As she growls she shows her teeth and her fingers like claws running down a back, a man's back, sweating from their sex.
"YES!" I cross my legs and start swinging my leg. I bring the coffee cup close to my mouth to drink. My mind begins to wonder, I fix my eyes on the dryer ahead of me. She gets up and goes outta site.
I recently had an encounter of this PASSION, she craves. We had to be quite. My spine curves towards him as he touches me. His hand rubs me from my shoulder blade, down my side, a stop and grab at my ass and to my thigh. Where he grabs, moves it and gets between my legs. This man arouses me. Our kiss is full of lust and desire. I can feel his muscles flex as he moves. We are interwined, it just feels right, SO RIGHT. My legs locked at my ankles around him. HIs neck, his colar bone, his shoulder.....oh.....Passion. Our washer buzzes and snaps me back to reality. My leg was in full swing and I realized I have a big smile on my face. I stood up and i feel a little red in the face. I start unloading and look around for my sister. She comes from behind me. "BOO" I yelp, she chuckles. "So let's get this in dryer and I need a smoke."
She's smiling. I'm stil smiling.
"really? Jade." I'm curious and nothing surprises me about this girl.
"AAAA YEAH! I'm not getting it at home, I can do it myself." We are both still smiling.
"Well, I wernt off to Passion land, a little more subtle. One sentence, spoke volumes."
"mmmhhmm"
The rest of the laundry didn't seem so bad. We were both smiling the rest of the time we were together, until we got back home.
"No, come pick me up."
"Fine be ready." she's never ready.
"Are you bringing Anthony?"
"Nope, what little boy wants to hand out at the laundry mat?"
"Well I'M gonna see if Fern will watch Canela while we do this."
"Be ready. I gotta say my byes and grab my purse, you have 10 minutes."
End Button. If I don't let her respond, it will put her in full gear. I got the last load in the truck already. I walk into Antony's room. "Mijo, ya me voy." He looks away from the movie long enough to say, "okay mami, I love you" Hugs my legs and offers a kiss. And I except. "Mijo, Papi is in the garage, if you need something."
"Okiay, Mami" he says.
I walk out to the garage, He is tinkering with someething under the hood, playing mechanic. I still believe he doesn't know what he is doing. I stop and annouce. "I'm leaving, I gotta go pick up Jade and than to do laundry, I'll be back to make dinner, shouldn't take me long." He looked up at me, " Okay and mijo?"
"He's in his room, I just came from there, I told him you were in here."
"We'll be here, unless we make a trip to AutoMAX. Love you."
"Me, too." I slam the door of the truck. I turn the key, check my mirrors and I am out.
It's not early but it's not late. If we wanted to we could still stop by the bank for quarters. But this girl, you can give advance advance notice or spur of moment, she's gonna be late. She just runs to life, sometimes.
BEEP. Her head pops our from behind the screen door. "you know damn well, I'm not ready." "I know, I turned off the truck off, when I parked." I walk into the house, say my hellos to Fern. I see the 2 baskets in the living room, I know my job to get her out faster. She is walking around the house for the final sweep of her house. Ghe's got a pair of socks, pj's and other whatnots. She is trying to convince Fern we will not take long. "Are you almost ready, we just have one stoop to dollar store for soap and than to the laundy mat." I grab the second basket and wait outside. I left them whispering in the kitchen. Holding a small ball of clothes in one arm and touching his forearm with the other one. He is looks like he is pouting. He's just older than her but it's like she is raising a 2 year old little girl and a teen in a grown man's body. I'm outside checkin gmy phone for missed calla. Sonmtimes if I'm not 2 ring on the spot, I feel interigated, the questoon? Jade makes it out of the house a little earlier than I expected. She jumps in the passanger side, throws the clothes in the back, digs through her purse and finds her smokes. " I SWEAR " with a big loud HUFF. She can be loud, well when she's fustrated.
"We're dumb. what the hell is wrong with us? And we really do have to stop at dollar store and then coffee." I say.
She rolls her eyes< "I don't believe you."
"okay, fine believe. I have house, child, a man and car. i got everything, my heart says other wise and sex is diminsitioning."
"Well I don't belive you."
"well, I don't believe you."
We park at the dollar store, both spring out of the truck. We are on a mission. Our conversation consist of if we are going to share the soap cost, do we need to run by the bank for change? We get back to the truck, we pick off where I left off.
"Diministing? How about mine is non-exsistant." The last time was a couple weeks ago for our anniversary, its like he doesn't want to have sex with me."
"you win, I loose this round." I frown.
We say nothing as we pull into drive thru for the coffee shop. The girl immediately recognized Jade and starts getting her coffee ready. Jade is this coffee house number one fan. Her trips make this girls paycheck happen. So, she is not only putting herself through school, she is stimulating the local economy.
As we are leaving, we catch the begining of our favorite band, WRENCH, and the way the last conversation went we were in that kind of mood. Meloncoly. She turns it up, we sing along. I park the truck, because we were not very far fromt he laundry mat and fall into the song. It's over.
"Aaaaggghhh....I love that song." My sister assesses situation in side through there big glass windows. "Let's get this shit done."
Well you know how laundry goes, unload truck, load washers, insert quarters, add detergent, and repeat. When all the clothes are doing the bubble swish dance.
"well I thought I had more clothes." I state as I stack the laundry baskets and throw them on the top of the double loader. Grab my coffee off the top and join my sister, who is already sitting in the plastic double chair bench.
She slumps and than sits up when i join her, "our anniversary was a while back."
"I don't know what to tell you, we are moving into that catagory."
"Get this, he tried to be romantic but his idea of romance is Italian food and sex. so yeah."
I just nod, I haven't seen romance in awhile.
Than she just blurt outs, "FUCK ROMANCE, Give me PASSSIIIOOOONNN. Like grrrr. Touch me mmmmmm." As she growls she shows her teeth and her fingers like claws running down a back, a man's back, sweating from their sex.
"YES!" I cross my legs and start swinging my leg. I bring the coffee cup close to my mouth to drink. My mind begins to wonder, I fix my eyes on the dryer ahead of me. She gets up and goes outta site.
I recently had an encounter of this PASSION, she craves. We had to be quite. My spine curves towards him as he touches me. His hand rubs me from my shoulder blade, down my side, a stop and grab at my ass and to my thigh. Where he grabs, moves it and gets between my legs. This man arouses me. Our kiss is full of lust and desire. I can feel his muscles flex as he moves. We are interwined, it just feels right, SO RIGHT. My legs locked at my ankles around him. HIs neck, his colar bone, his shoulder.....oh.....Passion. Our washer buzzes and snaps me back to reality. My leg was in full swing and I realized I have a big smile on my face. I stood up and i feel a little red in the face. I start unloading and look around for my sister. She comes from behind me. "BOO" I yelp, she chuckles. "So let's get this in dryer and I need a smoke."
She's smiling. I'm stil smiling.
"really? Jade." I'm curious and nothing surprises me about this girl.
"AAAA YEAH! I'm not getting it at home, I can do it myself." We are both still smiling.
"Well, I wernt off to Passion land, a little more subtle. One sentence, spoke volumes."
"mmmhhmm"
The rest of the laundry didn't seem so bad. We were both smiling the rest of the time we were together, until we got back home.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Reflecting on Pregnancies
I'm going to be 30 this year and lately I've been thinking about my past pregnancies. Maybe it's because I'm finally married and am truely in love, and with this relationship will NOT come a child. I get a little indifferent about the whole thing. What can I say?
There have been two times in my life that I 've been with child. I'm one of those girls that falls in the catagory of "I HATE BEING PREGNANT!" I have quite a few reasons why let's go ahead and list them.
1. You get Fat.
2. Stretch Marks, they suck.
3. There's about a good 4 - 5 months you can't see your feet, vagina or legs.
4. In the 3rd Trimester, you have to run to the bathroom because the urge to pee is overwhelming to sit down and hear/feel drip, drip....that's it, really. I'm not joking.
5. Can't get comfortable in your own skin, sitting, standing, laying down. Nothing works.
6. Doctor visits. You and your OB get to really know each other with the experience always being on your back with your legs up. It's just very personal.
7. Peeing at the doctor's office, IN A DIXIE CUP. you haven't seen your vagina in weeks and they want you to pee in this tiny cup. And you wonder why you miss and pee on your damn hand! And haven't we established I'm pregnant, why pee in cup? ugh
8. The heart burn
9. Blood Test
10. Gestainal Diabetes Test good to know but telling a pregnant woman she can't eat, really?
11. BIRTH >>> ALL OF IT!
12. The pregnancy test: The initial "KNOWING" it is the worst 3 - 5 minutes for any woman, whether its a planned or surprise. It's a long wait, just ask any woman.
I hated being pregnant, I ended up giving birth to small babies 7 pounders so the rest of the 43 - 63 pounds I gained were ALL ME BABY! GROSS! I just get FAT, my ass and thighs become one as a THASS. My face looks like I am holding a cantalope in each of my cheeks, my arms get fluffy and I can't tell you if I had CANKLES because I could never see past my belly.
So, why get excited about the worse body transformation ever. This doesn't even include your hormones.
16 turning 17 and Pregnant >> Two words come to mind, Statistic & Dumb. In 1997 & 1998 I made it into the statstic manuels for all the pamplets that they give out in the free clinic to other teenagers. I was a stat for Navarro, The State of Texas under HISPANIC TEEN PREGNANT BETWEEN AGE OF 14 - 19. Just another number, let's face the fact it's true.
Dumb. Dumb teenager mentality. I know it all, no worries my parents will save me from everything, nothing is gonna happen to me and attitude. Well, I will tell you one thing, "If you don't tell anyone, than nobody can help you." I brought one of the biggest burdens to my family when I was pregnant so young. I feel horrible that my sisters had to deal with me and my hormonal teenage pregnant ass. I use to drink milk by the gallons DAILY. They would wake up go to get cereal for breakfast to have no milk. Once Jess went to the fridge and asked, "Didn't we have apples?" "We did but they gone." I said from the couch as I hid the other apple I had and tucked it under my shirt. She picked something else and came to sit with us in living room. I finished my apple, put the core down infront of me and pulled the other apple from my shirt. "crunch, snap" She turned around, my mouth full of juicy tart green apple. SHE WAS FURIOUS. I don't remember what she yelled at me, but to this day it makes me feel so bad. HOW COULD I BE SO SELFISH??? I'm sorry Jessenia.
Since I was young and didn't know what to expect, didn't do much reading on being pregnant cause I kinda cared but I didn't want to know. Ignorance is bliss. So, I just know that I did not like the changes to my body. I actually did not understand all of them either, once again uneducated. The only smart thing I did with my dumb actions to lead me to being a dumb teenager was give a family the ultimate gift of love. Something dumb, turned into something smart.
22 and Pregnant >> By now my friends were adding their new additions to their relatioships. I saw my best friend have the worst baby fever experience ever. When she finally did get pregnant, she went from vegetarian to eating ribs from a bone. By the time I was pregnant with my other son, I was too informed. I knew how the baby was growing inside, what to expect each and every month. Watched way too many birthing shows. I do believe that my two pregnancies did make my depression worse. I have gone unmedicated for so long that my depression gets severe with suicidal tendencies. During this pregnancy I was far away from my family and I had co-workers instead. Let's just say, I hated them and they hated me. I am a super bitch and everything upsets me. I would cry for everything and anything. Happy moments or sad, it didn't matter! I just know that this pregnancy affected my hormones than anything else.
Both of my pregnancies were at different times in my life. I think going on 30 you can still have children but with me, I believe it's just not going to be a good idea. I'm not a nice pregnant lady. I don't think its CUTE to walk around FAT!! I don't like sneezing and peeing a little bit either.
I just wanted to reflect some what on my pregnancies. I believe I have populated the earth with enough human being replacements. 2 boys. I'm done.
There have been two times in my life that I 've been with child. I'm one of those girls that falls in the catagory of "I HATE BEING PREGNANT!" I have quite a few reasons why let's go ahead and list them.
1. You get Fat.
2. Stretch Marks, they suck.
3. There's about a good 4 - 5 months you can't see your feet, vagina or legs.
4. In the 3rd Trimester, you have to run to the bathroom because the urge to pee is overwhelming to sit down and hear/feel drip, drip....that's it, really. I'm not joking.
5. Can't get comfortable in your own skin, sitting, standing, laying down. Nothing works.
6. Doctor visits. You and your OB get to really know each other with the experience always being on your back with your legs up. It's just very personal.
7. Peeing at the doctor's office, IN A DIXIE CUP. you haven't seen your vagina in weeks and they want you to pee in this tiny cup. And you wonder why you miss and pee on your damn hand! And haven't we established I'm pregnant, why pee in cup? ugh
8. The heart burn
9. Blood Test
10. Gestainal Diabetes Test good to know but telling a pregnant woman she can't eat, really?
11. BIRTH >>> ALL OF IT!
12. The pregnancy test: The initial "KNOWING" it is the worst 3 - 5 minutes for any woman, whether its a planned or surprise. It's a long wait, just ask any woman.
I hated being pregnant, I ended up giving birth to small babies 7 pounders so the rest of the 43 - 63 pounds I gained were ALL ME BABY! GROSS! I just get FAT, my ass and thighs become one as a THASS. My face looks like I am holding a cantalope in each of my cheeks, my arms get fluffy and I can't tell you if I had CANKLES because I could never see past my belly.
So, why get excited about the worse body transformation ever. This doesn't even include your hormones.
16 turning 17 and Pregnant >> Two words come to mind, Statistic & Dumb. In 1997 & 1998 I made it into the statstic manuels for all the pamplets that they give out in the free clinic to other teenagers. I was a stat for Navarro, The State of Texas under HISPANIC TEEN PREGNANT BETWEEN AGE OF 14 - 19. Just another number, let's face the fact it's true.
Dumb. Dumb teenager mentality. I know it all, no worries my parents will save me from everything, nothing is gonna happen to me and attitude. Well, I will tell you one thing, "If you don't tell anyone, than nobody can help you." I brought one of the biggest burdens to my family when I was pregnant so young. I feel horrible that my sisters had to deal with me and my hormonal teenage pregnant ass. I use to drink milk by the gallons DAILY. They would wake up go to get cereal for breakfast to have no milk. Once Jess went to the fridge and asked, "Didn't we have apples?" "We did but they gone." I said from the couch as I hid the other apple I had and tucked it under my shirt. She picked something else and came to sit with us in living room. I finished my apple, put the core down infront of me and pulled the other apple from my shirt. "crunch, snap" She turned around, my mouth full of juicy tart green apple. SHE WAS FURIOUS. I don't remember what she yelled at me, but to this day it makes me feel so bad. HOW COULD I BE SO SELFISH??? I'm sorry Jessenia.
Since I was young and didn't know what to expect, didn't do much reading on being pregnant cause I kinda cared but I didn't want to know. Ignorance is bliss. So, I just know that I did not like the changes to my body. I actually did not understand all of them either, once again uneducated. The only smart thing I did with my dumb actions to lead me to being a dumb teenager was give a family the ultimate gift of love. Something dumb, turned into something smart.
22 and Pregnant >> By now my friends were adding their new additions to their relatioships. I saw my best friend have the worst baby fever experience ever. When she finally did get pregnant, she went from vegetarian to eating ribs from a bone. By the time I was pregnant with my other son, I was too informed. I knew how the baby was growing inside, what to expect each and every month. Watched way too many birthing shows. I do believe that my two pregnancies did make my depression worse. I have gone unmedicated for so long that my depression gets severe with suicidal tendencies. During this pregnancy I was far away from my family and I had co-workers instead. Let's just say, I hated them and they hated me. I am a super bitch and everything upsets me. I would cry for everything and anything. Happy moments or sad, it didn't matter! I just know that this pregnancy affected my hormones than anything else.
Both of my pregnancies were at different times in my life. I think going on 30 you can still have children but with me, I believe it's just not going to be a good idea. I'm not a nice pregnant lady. I don't think its CUTE to walk around FAT!! I don't like sneezing and peeing a little bit either.
I just wanted to reflect some what on my pregnancies. I believe I have populated the earth with enough human being replacements. 2 boys. I'm done.
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