Right now, this is me.
I’m 18 yrs 6 months 2 weeks and 6 days old. I would go even further, but when I asked mum yesterday what time I was born she said she’d have to pull the baby book out, and I really cbf. I am also 22 weeks pregnant. I am having a little boy. He is due on the 31st of January 2012. There are things I have done during my time that I am not proud of. Falling pregnant is not, and never will be something I will be ashamed of. Ever.
But it’s not news I want to be shared around like schoolyard gossip. I know people are going to talk and have their own opinions - that’s fine. I like to keep my work life professional and my personal life away from work as much as possible. So it shits me to tears to get a phonecall from a branch manager asking me if I have something to tell him. If I wanted everyone to know, guess what? I’d tell them. But the motormouth sales rep at work can’t fucking help herself. Has to go around blabbing about me. This isn’t the first time she has “slipped up” with MY news. At a work function, in front of a few people… Yes retard, you did only (blatently) imply it, but if/when people start asking I’m not going to deny it am I? I am not stupid, I know everyone is going to know eventually.. But let me tell them, or here’s a thought let them find out when I’m off enjoying my time with my son.
Before you judge, just know this; I am in a long term relationship with the most amazing man. The father of my child. He has a trade. He owns a house, he has a car. He is 22. He is supportive, kind, caring and patient. He’s my best friend. He is not rich, he is not famous - he is my John. I’ll always love him for that. I am working full-time. I intend on doing so for the rest of the year. I was working before I fell pregnant, I have all intentions of working again, when possible, after my baby is born. My workplace has been fully supportive of me and my decisions, they have even suggested setting me up to work from home part-time after the birth… So I must be doing something right. I have a roof over my head. John and I are renting a 3 bedroom house, with a decent backyard for our gorgeous pooch, in a decent location. Close enough to work, to the hospital, to family. We are being independant and standing on our own. Rent + home/car loan repayments + baby + bills + food + 2xRego’s/insurance. Sure, it’s going to be hard but we’re doing it. By ourselves. AND I have a very supportive family. Not only my immediate family, but also extended. This includes John’s family and our friends. I am not going to be struggling on my own. I will have the love and support of those who mean the most to me.
Things could be a lot worse, but everything is what you make it. I am doing the best I possibly can for me and my family, that is all I can do - and I wouldn’t trade what I have now for the world.
<3 John, Baby & Tucker
