You hear it all the time, "when you have a baby you life changes." I was okay with the idea up until my parents got used to the idea of being grandma and grandpa. Now, the baby is all the talk about. Heck, it seems like the only reason they visit is to make sure the baby is alright. What about me?! I'm the one carrying it!
I have always been the spoiled one in my family. It's something I have accepted and kinda enjoy. When I was still in college I used to go home and my parents would make me dinner and do my laundry. Ah, that was the good 'ol days.
Now, I can't even have a good stress reliving cry without them yelling, " Think of the baby, it feels what you feel!" Bull shit! The baby can't feel anything but me moving around. And they wonder why I have been in so much pain. I have no release. All they let me be is "happy."
If their theory is true, why in the would would I want a child with one emotion? That's like having some sort of creepy pod child..*shudder*
"But, Christina they just want to make sure your baby is healthy"
Okay, but why on my birthday everything was laced with the baby idea? It's my day and now I have to share it! Now that's just wrong, don't you think? The card they gave me, the comments on the photo's on Flickr had to mention something about the baby!! Is that all they can tlak about?
If you are wondering, I am tired of being pregnant! I just want this thing out of me so I can go on with my life. Sharing my body with a child is not as fun as it used to be. Once the baby is born I can drop it off at their house and pamper my self like I so deserve. Yes, I'm a brat...and I don't care!
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
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