Pregnant Life

When I left home, I told my dad that I wouldn’t move back home if my mother was there even if I didn’t have two pennies to rub together.  So, when she left and went to Israel to look for God, it was kind of a good time to tell my dad that he was going to be a grandfather.

Man, was he mad…Like really mad, he wanted me to have an abortion, then he said to put the baby up for adoption, and then there was the very long time where he didn’t even look at me, and he would only speak to me if it was necessary.  So, I was home now, my doctor told me to quit my job pumping gas at the gas station, because the fumes weren’t good, but I didn’t quit till I couldn’t fit into my uniform any more.  My dad sold the house, and supplied my mother with her share to stay in Israel longer, and he bought a house in Ajax.  He lived there for a month before I moved in.

I called my mother to tell her that I was pregnant, this was mostly just to piss her off, and the joke was on me, she was so very happy for me.  She said that I would make a great mother, and she was happy to be a grandmother.  Damn…That really sucked for me.  I was really looking to piss her off!

Jacks’s mother found out through her work, if you recall, it was a small town, it was a little upsetting for her especially to find out at work – Jack called her to check in and this is how it went:

Jack’s Mom:  I heard the stupidest thing at work, one of girls says that Jenn is pregnant

Jack:  She is

Jack’s Mom:  What??  (Hangs up)

They accepted it way faster than my dad did, but they were disappointed too.

In the first 3 months, I had morning sickness, well, more like all day sickness, I couldn’t keep anything down, including crackers, but after the first 3 months, things were fine, I had a very normal pregnancy without a lot of issues.

Jack and I had a pretty good summer, we spent time together at bon fires, camping, and just being outside.  He still drank and partied, and I watched, but it got tedious after a while, I couldn’t drink and imbibe and had to be careful, and well, that part of the teenage pregnancy sucked…I was still young, and couldn’t conceive anything else but the present.

I couldn’t do much so I started going back to school in September, took one semester of high school, and things were ok.  I turned 19 during my pregnancy and that was the legal drinking age, so no partying for me.  Jack and I started to fight more around this time, because of course, he was out drinking and partying every weekend, and I couldn’t, I sat in my dads house doing homework, and was pretty much alone.

I was doing well in school this time, I had taken Grade 11 Advanced Math, which was not a mandatory course, and I got 98% overall, turns out if I applied myself, I was a smart cookie.

So my mother calls one day and says she was talking to God and he said that I was going to have a baby girl, and I was going to call her Jessica.

So, I didn’t know at the time I was having a girl, and if it was a girl, I was going to be naming her Jaime.  Until of course, I didn’t like the name any more, I had loved it for many years, since I was a little kid, then all of a sudden, hated it.  We did want to stay with a “J” name because both of Jack’s brothers had “J” names and his dad and all 7 of his siblings had “J” names, it was convenient that I had a “J” name so we really wanted to stick with that.  I eventually had an ultrasound that said that I was having a girl, and Jack decided he really liked the name Jessica.

At this time, I kind of thought that my mother was a little psychic, so I called and asked her if she would speak with God and find out how much this baby will weigh, my mother says she will check and get back to me, she called me back and said she will weigh just a little over seven pounds, so I figure, that is average baby weight, so she is full of it, but whatever.

On Christmas Eve, I was alone with my dad, no tree, no dinner, no nothing, he was still  not talking to me even though, I was due in about 3 weeks.  I asked him if he was mad at me.  He said no, he said that he was disappointed, and that when this baby comes out he would love it no matter what.

Christmas with Jack’s family was nice, I went there on Christmas Day, and there were a few gifts for the baby too, they were always very thoughtful.

On January 12th at 11:50pm, I felt “something” it didn’t really hurt, but it wasn’t normal, I had been studying for my science exam, they assigned teachers to come to my house on exam days because I was so close to my due date.  I decided it was time to go to bed, and at midnight, I felt another little “something”.  I decided that I should better sleep because of the exam.  I woke up at 2:00am and went to the bathroom, and I had dropped my mucus plug.  My dad was asleep, and I really didn’t want to wake him with this, and it was 2am so I thought I better not call Jack’s house to wake everyone up in case it was nothing.  I did however, decide that this would be a good time to pack for the hospital.  At 4:00am, I couldn’t do it any more, I couldn’t wait till later in the morning, I was sure I was having contractions and they were not very far apart. I had to wake everyone up now, so I called Jack’s house, and his dad answered and his exact words were “Is she on her way?”  I smiled and said yes, he said he would wake Jack and meet us at the hospital.

Then I woke my dad up, I knew he would be panicky, so I put my coat and boots on had my bag and then woke him up, he basically put his boots on and was pulling his pants up on the front porch.

I got to the hospital and got admitted and Jack showed up a little while later, and we had this nurse that was just horrible, she lectured me about being a pregnant teenager, and that I don’t know what I’m doing and what was I thinking, and well, if you ask me, it was a little late for the lecture, but things turned around at 6:00am we got a new nurse, and she was amazing, she had a student nurse shadowing her who was equally amazing, and things started moving along.  I had an epidural, and don’t regret it at all!

At 9:37am, with Jack by my side, I gave birth to Jessica, a beautiful baby girl, who weighed, 7lbs .04oz, the doctor’s exact words were you have a healthy baby girl, who weighs just little over 7 pounds.

 

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5 thoughts on “Pregnant Life

  1. So . . . Was your mother psychic or did she just pull the average number out of her ass? I can understand parents being disappointed in their children when they do disappointing things. What I cannot understand is not talking to them. No matter how mad I got at my heathens, I never stopped talking to them. (Although, I’m fairly certain they wished I had! LOL)

    Did you finish school after Jessica was born?

    ❤ ❤

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    1. Before I answer, I want to say – I missed you! How have you been??

      Ok, so I do think that my mother is a little psychic, but I think that she believes God is telling her these things, maybe he is, who am I to judge, either way, it was the wording that got me, sure she picked a very average weight of a little over 7 pounds, but when the doctor said, she is just a little over 7 pounds, that is what got me.

      That’s the way my dad is, he holds grudges, I think that it made him physically ill to even look at me when I was pregnant. He was beyond disappointed. After I had Jessica, he was fine, I remember him saying to me – I raised you, that is your baby, I’m not babysitting until she is 5 and out of diapers, and all I could think was – why will she not be toilet trained by the time she is 5? 🙂

      I don’t agree with the way he handled it either, and I would not ever do the same to my kids, but then at the same time, they were raised differently than I was.

      A couple of years later, I did end up getting my Grade 12 equivalence test done, not really a diploma, but it was needed to get into the Business School that I completed.

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      1. Believe me, I have missed you, too!

        Things were definitely different back in the day when our parents were young. Hell, they were different when we were young, too!

        Sometimes, mothers are psychic! (Whether we like our mothers or not is immaterial . . . I feel it is an inherent thing which most – not all – mothers have.) 🙂

        I’m getting ready to type up a quick blog I hand-wrote earlier. I have a feeling my mind will be jumping all over the place. LOL

        I really have missed you, Jenn!!

        ❤ ❤

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