So i get the mail today, when my friend drops me off, and Wal*Mart has decided to send me a baby registry booklet. I have no clue how they know im pregnant, but ok!

So i’m looking through the booklet, and i realized how much more stuff we had to get and what all had to be done to my sisters room to transform it into the nursery. I mean we have A LOT to do! We have to insulate that side of the house, run electrical through there, pull up carpeting and linolium, paint, put the crib together, get a rug, arrange the furniture, hopefully paint the dresser, get accessories if possible, and theres only 12 weeks left!!! Time is flying, and i have no idea where it is going! Every one told me that pregnancy would be the longest nine months of my life, but it is going by so fast!!!

On a good note, i talked to Danielle today. She should be home in about two weeks! Not so good news? Shes not going to like what home is going to be like almost as much as she hates Base. I just cant wait till shes home. I miss my Elle*phant.

-Teenage Mom.

“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.

As i get further along in my pregnancy, one topic seems to always invade my thoughts. Will i make a good mother? Or will i end up as one of those mothers that everyone thinks should never have had kids. (god i pray not).

How would i chose to parent my son, having to make double the decisions being both father and mother? I figured i would most likely take the same stand on certain things as my mother, but what about the other things?

What about dating? Curfew? The friends he hangs out with? Phone calls during dinner?

Looking back now, i realize that my mother was very lenient about alot of things. Even though at the time, I thought it was outrageously strict.

I realize that it is quite impossible to plan out everything for the next 18 years, in the first 9 months. Although most don’t find out about pregnancy till three months, so actually 6 months. I digress. I just keep thinking about my parenting style and what it’s going to be like generally.

A couple weeks ago, i had a conversation with my sister Candace. Luckily, i have Gmail, (which i would recommend to everyone. And do!) so i don’t have to worry about stressing out my pregnancy induced forgetful mind, and i can copy-paste the chat!

ok. Now i feel stupid. I cant find the chat. hahaha.

Anywho. The chat was about what type of mom i was planning to be, how i would raise my son, and i guess that’s what really got me thinking about it almost daily.

And then, about a week ago, i come across my best friend Danielle’s Lynyrd Skynyrd CD. What was the first song on the CD? Simple Man. If you don’t know the song, it is about a mother giving advice to her only son. My situation exactly right?

“Now momma told me. When i was young,
Come sit beside me, My only son.
And Listen closely baby, to what i say.
And if you do, It will help you.
Some sunny day.

Boy take your time.
Don’t live to fast.
Troubles will come. Oh and they will pass.
You’ll find a woman, Oh baby, and You’ll find love.
And dont forget son, there is someone up above.

And be a simple, kinda man.
Oh be something, You love and understand.
Oh baby be a simple, be a simple man.

Oh wont you do this, only son. if you can.

Forget your lust. For rich mans gold.
All that you need. Is in your soul.
Oh you can do this. Oh baby. If you try
All that i want for you my son, is to be satisfied.

And be a simple, kinda man.
Oh be something, You love and understand.
Baby be a simple, be a simple man.

Oh wont you do this, only son. If you can

(Oh yes i will, I’ll be your simple man)

Boy dont you worry. You’ll find yourself.
Follow your heart, Oh and nothing else.
And you can do this. Oh baby, If you try.
All that i want for you my son. Is to be satisfied.

Repeat Chorus x2″

I listened to this song, this time, more intently than i have listened to any other song. It just seems to make perfect sense to me, on how i want to raise my son. This is exactly what i want for Jordan. My next step is how to convey this concept to him.

I could not have said it any better than Lynyrd.

-Teenage mom.