Pregnancy With a Moron Part 2

If you just started reading, you can check out the first part of this story here.

I knew the moment I was pregnant. I knew I was going to be the mother of a little girl. And it was a dream come true. For nine months this little entity grew inside of me. For nine months, I silently grew stronger, and my life began to change just as my body began to change. As my body grew rounder, my inner self began to change as well. I was growing stronger...

I went on daily walks, this time there were two of us. I would talk, and sing to her. And I would promise her that I would do my best to protect her.

If any of you have been pregnant, then you know how sensitive your nose can become – and how volatile the reaction to smells you can have!!! Normally I love fish – but holy cow, the smallest scent of fish could send my gag reflex into immediate reaction!

Now the Moron was NOT a fish lover, but what do you know, after learning about my immediate and often intense reaction he became a fish lover. Gotta love the Morons – they bring cruelty to new levels!!

I still can perfectly recall the very first time I heart her little heartbeat. It was the single most amazing little sound I had ever heard. In my last couple of months of pregnancy, my blood pressure shot up and the swelling increased in my hands, feet and ankles dramatically. And when I heard that sweet little heartbeat (they listen to it every check-up) it was so fast. Her heart, as well as mine were racing, and the doctor didn’t necessarily put me on bed rest – but gave me a note to take sick leave from work and to lie down with my feet up for at the very least 4-6 hours a day.

One day when I was home, the Moron decided he wanted Swedish meatballs for dinner, and put them in the slow cooker. Now holy meatballs batman – this stunk up the whole house, and I was having difficulty not vomiting every minute. SO I aired out the house and moved the slow-cooker to the porch outside.

Well, you’d think that I had shrunk his favourite clothes or something because the grief I received from that was absolutely crazy!!! He said I was attracting bears, and it wasn’t meant to be used outside (on a covered porch, I might add). And well, needless to say I spent the night in my SUV again, content, though cold, and him thinking he had won.

When I came back the next day the Moron was in a strangely happy mood. This of course always made me extremely leery. He wanted to go on a date that weekend, as he had “missed me” and we hardly spent time together. He was going to plan the romantic getaway, and everything… boy was I in for a treat…


to be continued...

Please Forgive Me

I am in the midst of uploading and inserting some original drawings by moi, that might help tell my story... So I totally apologize - especially those who have subscribed to my feeds. I will hopefully be done soon. Please forgive me for this annoyance, and enjoy the pictures :)

Pregnancy With a Moron Part 1

From the moment I knew I had this little entity growing inside of me, there was a shift. A change in my being. A growth of something more than just this precious being, flourishing in my belly.

( this very cool pair of photos are not mine, but I have unfortunately lost the website I got them from, so if anyone knows could they please let me know so I can give credit where credit is due, thank you kindly! )

I was so excited. And I knew right away that I was pregnant with a girl. I was going to eat right, exercise right, and just enjoy every stage of my pregnancy. I felt like I was glowing from the inside out.

Now, let me tell you, there's a whole lotta things that no one ever tells you about pregnancy. And if you are about to be a first time mom I will offer you up a word of advice; throw away those damn pregnancy books. Talk about scaring the begeesuz out of you!!!!

First, my boobs grew 2 sizes in the first month - Hello stripper boobs! They have never left (maybe have gotten a little less perky) but you know, somehow I still haven't gotten used to them ?!? Gone are my bra-less days :( But on a good note, I can now fill out some tops or dresses that merely used to hang on me :)

In the first trimester - your body is undergoing such work, I suppose, that you are simply always exhausted. Try being exhausted with a Moron who never feels you do enough of anything the whole day - and you are guaranteed to be totally run off your feet!!

I spent many a nights in the back of my SUV, while I was pregnant. It wasn't so bad until it got really cold. I had made a Huge pillow for the back, for our dogs to lay on, and it was actually quite comfy. So when the Moron was in one of his moods, or would tell me to leave, or be in one of his moods, and refuse to leave; I would just get in my car and drive up a country road...

It actually made me feel a lot more safe and protected, then sleeping at home, and the Moron thought he had "won" so there was no major repercussions when I came back. I would always store some food in there and such. The only annoying thing was the constantly peeing at night, and those damn coyotes sniffing my ass!!!!

to be continued...

Moron Free Live Chat #2

We are going to have another live discussion about Living Moron Free, on Wednesday October 13 at 9:00pm EST. This will little get together will happen in my BlogFrog Community. 

So come on over, Wednesday night, my community is full with some amazing ladies and gentlemen. Many whom are abuse survivors (though not a prerequisite to the chat).  If you want to catch up on what was discussed at the last chat, you can do so here.

If you have been on the fence about joining in, now is the time! Come over and introduce yourselves! We have a great group of women right now dealing with dating a moron, in the middle of divorcing a moron, surviving a moron, and getting ready to gear up for court with a moron (and everything in between). Or if you just feel like dropping by... there is a little something for everyone!

So hop on over to my community this Wednesday and join us. We would love to see you there!

I also just wanted to let you know that this site will be under construction for the next little while, as I have BIG plans happening... so please bear with me...

Ditch a Moron - Save a Life

Here are the results of our latest poll :

NAME OUR MOVEMENT

As you can see, "Ditch a Moron - Save a Life" won by a landslide...

We now have a new slogan, so get ready for the bumper stickers and hats. Get those Moron Free flags a-waving, because our movement now has a name, yeehaw!!! Seriously, let's get the word out to help prevent victims of abuse.

Get ready to take our movement to the next level.... are you all with me?

Miss Suzie Q - Fighter and Survivor

I would like to take a moment to express thanks to a Miss Christina Aguilera for a song that kept me going, and still keeps me going... If my Moron only knew that all that he has done to me, has just made me stronger and the formidable woman I am today...



After all you put me through
You'd think I'd despise you
But in the end
I wanna thank you 'cause you made that much stronger

Well I thought I knew you, thinkin' that you were true
Guess I, I couldn't trust called your bluff time is up
'Cause I've had enough
You were there by my side, always down for the ride
But your joy ride just came down in flames
'Cause your greed sold me out of shame, mhm

After all of the stealing and cheating you probably think that
I hold resentment for you
But uh uh, oh no, you're wrong
'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do, I wouldn't know
Just how capable I am to pull through
So I wanna say thank you
'Cause it

Chorus:
Makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
Makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter

Never, saw it coming
All of, your backstabbing
Just so, you could cash in
On a good thing before I realized your game
I heard, you're going around
Playing, the victim now
But don't, even begin
Feeling I'm the one to blame
'Cause you dug your own grave, uh huh

After all of the fights and the lies
Yes you wanted to harm me but that won't work anymore
Uh, no more, oh no, it's over
'Cause if it wasn't for all of your torture
I wouldn't know how to be this way now, and never back down
So I wanna say thank you 

How could this man I thought I knew
Turn out to be unjust so cruel
Could only see the good in you
Pretended to not to see the truth
You tried to hide your lies, disguise yourself
Through living in denial
But in the end you'll see
YOU-WON'T-STOP-ME

I am a fighter and I
I ain't goin' stop
There is no turning back
I've had enough

Chorus:
Makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
It makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter

Do you have a song that keeps you going?