Stress, choices and pain

                                    During this kawaii but cruel period of pregnancy.
                               I have been doused with stress of a couple different levels.
           
 For one:    Mom not getting along with my baby's dad. She says that because he is engaged to another woman; coming to see me every once in a while, making sure I am doing OK, and am getting everything I need is wrong. That wanting to be apart of his daughters life and and being my friend is crossing the line. And that I am in the wrong for befriending his fiance and buying my daughter to be's, 1 year old, older brother a birthday gift. Their is many different ways to put sin behind you. But you can never erase it. Only can you hide it with Jesus' light. Forgiveness that is what we have done. If we were to move away from our past and forget about it. Like my mom did with my dad and their sin. I don't believe we'd learn from our mistakes to be able to teach our daughter not to do the same. For in the end I repeated my mother's sin because I was shown that she did not forgive but ran away, and learned that she wasn't  able to learn from her own past the rights and wrongs of the world until it was to late. So it is now my turn to make the choices for my child, follow the plan my mother set for herself and failed or write my own path and see where it leads.

Second:    I woke up this morning with what I found online was called "PPGP" which stands for pregnancy pelvic girdle pain,  "Ouch," I can hardly stand, don't wanna walk, if I spread my legs at all a lightning bolt hits my soul. They say with this pain you can have a natural birth, so I just gotta bite a towel and scream my lungs out. It starts for about one in five pregnant woman in their third trimesters. Its nothing to go to the hospital for, just grit your teeth and bare it. But anyways I have Packed my hospital bag, already for many of my friends think I'll go into labor early like my mom. Its only April I tell them, don't jinx me, for this baby ain't due till the ending of June, till summer begins and flowers bloom.

29 weeks and 4 days, Pray I make it longer than this.