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Talk about depression
You know, David is just killing me. I bought a pack of cigarettes earlier today. Yeah, shoot me. Right now, I'm about to lose my mind. I am just over it. We got into it today about money BECAUSE WE HAVE NONE and it's all his fault. I work my ass off, and I pay the bills and I buy the stuff for the house. I DO ALL THAT. And still have money left over. But no, he has royally fucked us. His mom found out about the car payment (cause she is the main signer and I'm the co-signer cause my credit sucks). Needless to say, I'm the one that got treated like dog shit about it.
But that's okay, I'll take that. But I shouldn't have to deal with him calling me a bitch and telling me that all I am doing is killing the baby and hearing his god damn mouth. He is keeping me stressed out every mother fucking day. If a cigarette can help keep me calm then that's what I'm going to do. I'm trying my hardest but I literally feel like checking myself into some crazy institution because the way he is making me feel, I just belong there.
He's mad cause dishes aren't done, even though I work, and he's there all day long. He's mad cause I don't want to go run to the store every 5 minutes. Pay your tickets and get a fucking license. Just cause I have a license doesn't mean I want to run 20 hours of the day!. He's mad cause I didn't go to the store to get him a drink before work. Fuck you. I'm getting ready for work. You shouldn't ask me at the last mother fucking minute!
I'm over it. I am about to crack.
The Baby
March 21, 2015 - First faint positive
March 29, 2015 - First visit to E.R. for cramping. Levels were 1,300 and ultrasound showed a gestational sac.
April 3, 2015 - Second visit to E.R. for fluids. Levels were 5,600 and ultrasound showed gestational sac and yolk sac.
April 8, 2015 - First ultrasound at OBGYN office to make sure baby is okay, and hopefully found out my due date. Baby is great, due Date is December 3, and the heartbeat was 140.
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