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    • Don't tell Daddy, and I won't!

      • On my way home from picking up my three year old from preschool I went through a yellow light that changed to red as we went under. Now she has become quite the backseat driver since she has learned what the colors of stop lights mean. Next thing I hear is "Ooooh, you runned a red one Mommy. You better not tell Daddy." She knows my fiance is always getting on to me about going too fast and slowing down a little more, so once we got home I reminded her to not tell Daddy and to climb out of my door. It's something she loves to do that Daddy usually won't allow. If he has one of the girls he usually has both and it just starts fights.

        As soon as she popped out of my door she said, "I won't tell Daddy you runned a red one if you don't tell him I went out your door." So I agreed, and as soon as we started up to the house he came out to greet us and she got all excited and said, "Daddy, I can't tell you that mommy runned a red one!" Then she went running inside, leaving me standing there with my mouth open. Oh well, it's the thought that counts right?

      • answered by anonyminality on 08/26/2010
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    • Is pregnancy, or the lack of, private?

      • Positive pregnancy test

        Share my scars? I have one scar in my belly button and one right above my pelvic bone. But they are more emotional scars than physical. After the birth of my second daughter I made the decision to have my tubes tied. I was 21 with two little girls, no real way to support them, no car, and a failing relationship. I wanted to make sure I couldn’t have another child until I was ready. By no means to I regret my daughters, but if I could go back, yes there would have been more planning and better decisions involved.

        That said, let’s fast forward two and a half years. I’m in a much better place. I’m going back to school to be a paralegal, I own my own car, my girls are in Head Start and Preschool, both doing extremely well. I am engaged to the love of my life, the man that has always been there for me through all my ups and downs, and we are looking to buy a house in the next few months. I’ve been crying at every sentimental commercial or slightly rude comment that gets thrown my way lately. I chalked it up to the emotions of moving, getting settled, and dealing with school. Then it hits me smack in the face as I’m throwing up in the bathroom at the pool just down the street from our house… OMG Am I pregnant??

        After a couple more days of high emotions, a bit of nausea, and realizing how much weight I really have put on lately, I picked up some pregnancy tests while I was at the store. A million things are going through my head. Am I ready for this? Is he ready for this? Can we support three? And yet, through the worry I get excited. Yes, excited. I realize I want to be pregnant. I have this internal drive that I want another child, and I want it NOW. I probably will never be able to have another child naturally, but I have this undeniable, selfish, female urge.

        I took the first pregnancy test while my fiance was at work and my youngest was down for a nap. It was negative. I was relieved a little, but skeptical at the same time. I still wanted to be pregnant and it was a week or so until I was due for my period. Now in my head I’ve even gone so far as planning how I would tell my fiance I was pregnant, if I was. I wouldn’t want him to find out by seeing a stick I peed on. I would want it to be more special than that.

        That night when he came home we were laying on the couch together watching TV and he patted my stomach and asked me when we were due. (Now this might sound like a really insensitive thing for a man to do, but keep in mind that he knows I think I might be pregnant, and he also knows I hate my weight gain but am too lazy to do anything about it right now. In his opinion if I can complain about it and not do anything, he can poke fun of it a bit.) This time I must have made a funny face because then he asked if I had taken the test already. I told him yes and he got a bit huffy asking what it said. “Well duh! If I were pregnant I wouldn’t not tell you…” Then he went on to tell me that he would have liked to have been here when I did it. I asked him why and was about to say more, but he took the words right out of my mouth by telling me not to say that it was private. In my opinion, I think when that moment of uncertainty meets pregnant or not pregnant, it is a very private event for a woman. What do you think?

      • answered by anonyminality on 07/22/2010
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    • The Scariest Moment Came When

      • crying-baby

        Emily was taking Zoey in for her 3 month check up. Nothing unusual, just the regular immunizations. She was running late that morning. Zoey had her sleep schedule off and slept more during the day than the night. Curtis her boyfriend at the time wasn't any help either. He would either sleep through her crying or stay up all night in the living room watching tv with headphones on so he didn't have to hear anything. But in a rush to get to the doctor's office on time she didn't get wipes in the diaper bag. Right before the appointment Zoey had dirtied her diaper and anyone that has ever taken a baby to an appointment knows where the thermometer goes. The nurse and the doctor both waited so she could clean her up in the room before going on with the examination. Getting her up on the exam table, Emily got the diaper off and turned to get some wipes the nurse had brought in and then it happened. The most sickening sound of her life. Zoey had rolled off of the table and landed on her head on the floor. It was as if time itself stopped. She started screaming before Zoey did. It must have knocked the breath out of the poor baby. With both the mother and the baby screaming the doctor and nurse both came running in. They asked what happened and on a quick examination, the doctor said she couldn't do anything and that Emily needed to get Zoey to the emergency room as quick as possible, but that there was no need to call an ambulance. Being new to the area, no to mention in a state of panic, Emily rushed home to get her boyfriend to take them. Curtis didn't want to go, he didn't want to get away from the PlayStation. When he finally did get up and come out to the car it turned into an argument as to who would drive. It was Emily's car and she was already in the driver's seat, but he wasn't going anywhere with a woman driving. After arguing about him not wanting to take the baby he finally got the car out of the driveway and headed to the hospital. He started heading to the wrong hospital though. The pediatrician had told Emily which ER to take her to so that she could come to the hospital if needed and have easy access to the baby's records. With Curtis driving though, he was going where HE wanted to. With the baby screaming, Emily was crying and pleading him to please go to the right hospital. Curtis once again lost his temper and turned the car around and went back home and parked in the driveway. Desperate, Emily pleaded with him to take the baby anywhere, she didn't care anymore. She just wanted to make sure her baby was okay. Because of Curtis's antics and control tactics three hours lapsed between the time Zoey fell from the table till the time she was seen by an ER doctor at the hospital. Nothing was wrong with Zoey other than a knot on her head, but the thought of that sound still makes Emily's stomach turn.

      • answered by anonyminality on 07/10/2010
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