Wednesday, August 31, 2016
A little bit pregnant.
That is what I am. Or quite a bit, actually. A few days off the half way point, to be absolutely precise.
Let me save us both some time.
Yes it is my fifth baby.
Yes it was (very much) planned.
Yes my other kids are excited to have a new sibling early next year.
Yes I know what a TV is (and could you be a little less predictable and boring next time?!).
Yes it is my partner's first baby, and yes he is incredibly excited and happy but he's also pretty happy to be part of the lives of my other four children and they love him just as much as he loves them.
No we are not married.
No we are not from the same cultural background.
No, it isn't an issue (it is 2016 FFS!).
No I didn't 'expect' to be having another baby after my four, but life is never boring and as big shifts go this is a pretty great one.
No I don't actually care what you think about the size/shape of my family. If you don't like the idea of five kids then don't you have them, okay?
Yes I've heard pretty much every comment imaginable over the past ten weeks.
Yes, the majority of the time things are said from a place of good will and I appreciate that and will laugh along with you like I've never heard that one before.
Yes I know there are a few people out there who have some feels about this, and to those people I would pretty much say perhaps it's time to get yourself a life of your own? Mine is already taken, and if you dislike it so much perhaps you'd fare better to walk (or click) away and not come back. Cheers.
Glad we got that out of the way.
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