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...