My white trash story is my sister. Ran away from home when she was 16, got knocked up and married. Decided when the kid was a year old she didn't want that life and walked out. That was like 8 years ago, has never even talked to her child since. She is now a lesbian living with a transvestite. Totally true! My sister walks away from her baby and I can't have one! No rationalizing that one out!
It is easier if you do try and find the little positive things, like not having a baby at thanksgiving-no matter how silly it may seem, it will help keep you sane. I felt that when I was trying, EVERYONE I saw was pregnant, it was like that movie, "I see dead people" only it was "I see pregnant people!"
My dogs have really helped me get over the baby pain a bit. They are always there, living and breathing and needed love and attention. I remember when I first brought harley home, he was so little, only like 4 pounds and I would lay awake at night watching him to make sure he didn't stop breathing. I had this awful fear that all my babies died and my puppy would too. But once I got over that, its been wonderful. Now I have two fur babies and no its not the same as a real baby but it certainly has helped me.
-------------------- Taking it one day at a time.....
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