There’s not any answers in baby land, yet. I am going for an ultrasound tomorrow. Being met by a fabulously unselfish woman. You all know her and love her.
Who’s not coming? My EX.
Yeah, we’re back there again. Cept for this time, he’s sleeping on the floor and might have a black eye, I’ve got a swollen finger and sore arm and hip and this shit is done.
Like it ever really started again. I had doubts for a reason.
So there’s your updates, peeps. I should be sleeping, but I’m still running fairly full on rage-a-hol.
