


F
irst, a little catch-up.
My left hand is feeling almost normal.
My Right hand still has a little of the pins & needles & numbness going on.
I think I've forgotten how to type.
My Bell's Palsy is
GONE thank the Lord.
My feet
STAY swollen even if I keep my feet propped up above my heart all day.
Finished
ALL of my school shopping TAX-FREE in 2 days.
I think that's it?
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Now playing:
Commodores - Brick HouseAnyway, my question is:
What dreams did you have for your child pre-parenthood that you don't have now that you "know" your child/children?
I never intended or expected to have any children. (God had other plans, LOL.)
Anyway, when I was pregnant I had been going to weekly therapy & taking anti-depressants. (I stopped all meds when I found out I was knocked up)
But once I decided to keep the baby I started really wondering why I (a person with
NO maternal instincts or even babysitting experience) was pregnant.
My pregnancy was physical hell, not to mention the fact that I was unmarried, mentally fucked up, and basically
Ramen Noodle Poor.
I started wondering why God had put me in this situation. I thought my baby might grow up to be the First Black President (Thanks, Obama...), or that he might discover the cure for cancer, or something really amazing.
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Now playing:
Snoop Dogg - I Wanna RockThat's what kept me going when I came home to an empty house & fridge.

Then I met my baby.
He was
THE most perfect baby in the world & his first few years (up till school started) more than made up for my hellish pregnancy.
I still had Presidential/Nobel Award Winner aspirations for him.
He saved my life too. Literally. I knew I had to stay alive to make sure he grew up as a well-adjusted & contributing member of society. I knew it was
MY PURPOSE to raise this child.
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Now playing:
Michael Trembello - She-s a maniacAnyway...
Now?
HA!
Don't get me wrong, I love Evan to pieces even when I want to smack the shit out of him. Or choke him. Or run away. Or send
him away until he's 25ish.
I just don't have those lofty goals in my head for him.

I just want him to stay alive until he's at least 18. I don't want him to have any drug/alcohol problems. I don't want him knocking up some
WHORE. I want him to gradute. I want him to go to college or pick a career that he loves.
AND I don't want him to eat me out of house & home.That's not too much to ask, right? ;-)
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Now playing:
Fantasia - Baby Makin' Hips

