Nittier, Grittier Tidbit

I am 8 months pregnant.  *the broad side of a barn comes to mind* It’s a boy.  I was officially pregnant according to the doctors at 6 months.  Don’t ask me how I didn’t know.  I was stressed out and there are certain things that get pushed out of your brain when you’re stressed. 

My boyfriend and I decided we cannot give the life to our child that we want.  I started searching adoption agencies.  Not too long after I made my decision, everything fell into place.  A family from Williamston, MI is going to adopt my son as their own.  They are well off, christian, and good, strong people.  They are both in marriage number 2, and are confident about what they want from the rest of their lives.  We are doing the adoption privately and have hired two lawyers. 

My parents are furious.  They want grandchildren.  This threw me for the biggest effin loop of my life.  I didn’t peg them for grandparents material.  Realistically, they aren’t.  Realistically, I’m not mother material either. 

I have been diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes, and am furious about being told what to eat and what not to eat.  (I think I’m usually furious about being told what to do period.)  -Oh, what I missed in the tidbits, I’m an only child.  Don’t judge me yet, I wasn’t the crying to get what I want type of kid.-

I am trying unsuccessfully not to whine.  Everything hurts and things like bending over and going upstairs are getting very difficult.  I plan to work up until labor, considering I have bills to pay and no one else to pay them.  (which isn’t completely true, Joe and my parents would help, but minimally, and I feel like shit when I make other people do things for me.)

I’m overwhelming myself at the moment and I think this is a fair place to end this post.

Where to start?

People always tell you start at the beginning, but if you don’t know where the beginning is, how can you start there?  I’m not talking conception and birth, but I’m not exactly sure what I’m talking about. (You may find this often here.)

I guess I’ll start by telling a few tidbits about myself.

I’m 22.  I live in Byron, MI with my parents.  I hate Byron. (always have) I’ve lived in Haslett, MI and Fenton, MI as well. 

I have a ball python, leopard gecko, and an African Gray Parrot.  My dad owns another African Gray, and I am pet-sitting a friend’s Amazon Parrot.

I have a boyfriend of over a year (don’t ask me the exact date, I don’t know and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t either.) His name is Joe.  He lives in Howell, MI.  I never thought I’d end up with a Joe… I know that sounds funny, but it’s true.  I say end up, because I have the silly little delirium of expecting to spend the rest of my life with him, no matter how silly he is/gets. 

I am working part time at a Payday Advance/Check Cashing store in Lansing, MI.  I am taking a few online classes at Lansing Community College towards my Database Specialist degree.  I plan to obtain some sort of Microsoft Certification during college so I can get a job a little quicker. 

There are the tidbits, I will start another post and get to a whole nittier, grittier tidbit.