“Oh great! (My ass gets kicked everyday from the inside, if i lean too much one way, i fall over, and i dont fit into my skinny jeans anymore, but I’m doing just fine!) How about you?”

Of course, i never say whats in the ( ).

Seriously. If one more person asks me how i’m feeling, i think i might end up strangeling something. Every day from about at least five different people i get the question. I’ve come to dread going anywhere, because every time i show my face in puplic, i get random strangers coming up to me, and rubbing my belly and asking me how im feeling.

That is another thing i just cant stand. The rubbing of the belly. Yes, i know its there. I havent forgotten. Unfortuntately. When i was about five and a half months along, I went with danielle to her aunt’s to get a table for her graduation party. Out comes her cousin whom i’ve never met before. And what is the first thing she does? Comes over to me, and whips up my shirt and starts rubbing my belly! Like seriously! I dont even know you, and your getting all personal like this? When my aunt was pregnant, i never even rubbed her belly with out asking. And she’s family! Its just completely rude and uncalled for to rub someones belly whom you dont know. But yet, there is something about pregnancy, that seems to make everyone think that you are communal property, and it doesnt matter what you think anymore. LIke with giving advice! If i wanted your advice, i would ask for it. And trust me. I know im going to need alot of advice. I would just rather get the advice from someone i’ve known my whole life, and trust a little bit more than some stranger off the street.

I guess this ended up as more of a rant. Ah, who cares. We all have those days dont we?

Oh and it doesn’t help that there is only four more days till i have to drink that nasty tang stuff, and get my blood drawn. I will be in such a better mood after this is over. I promise.

-Teenage Mom.