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[fightingthecage]

Scan tomorrow. Hurrah! Tenner ssys that Scribble still doesn't cooperate and I'll have to continue to use he/she/it descriptions for the next six weeks.

Got an email from my mother today in which she informed me that she is 'almost sure that iron pills are not agreeing with [my] system. Ask midwife for alternatives,' along with dietary advice. This may make sense if I had ever told her that I was having any weird symptoms but no. I've been fine and have told her that repeatedly. She bases this assumption on the fact that she can't take iron pills. She is a random woman. This reminds me of four months ago. We were having a row via text message and she sends me one saying,' You are ungrateful and need to grow up! Tesco recalling kettles. serial no. ***** due to faulty wiring.'

...yes. And it was even quite a bad row. What makes it even more bizarre is that she bought my kettle and so knows perfectly well that it isn't even from Tesco! Really, I don't know quite what to make of her any more.

All that aside, this week is being dodgy. I finish work on Sunday and am glad about it because people are irritating me more and more due to being knackered and I'm needing stupid amounts of sleep now. But at the same time, work is the only contact I have with Steve even if he's not talking to me. If I'm not around to remind him of what's going on and keep attempting to engage him in conversation or whatever, then isn't it going to make it even easier for him to piss off for good? I suppose there's nothing I can do about it. Time's on his side, with this one. It's not like I can stand in the kitchen until I go into labour, hoping he'll change his mind, right?

The closer this gets, the more I'm not looking forward to the inevitable confrontation that's going to come with him. At the same time, I'm looking forward to not being pregnant any more. And of course, there'll be a baby. Which is nice. :)

Million things to do tomorrow. Going to bed now, I think. Man, I want to write though. That's also nice because it's the first time in months - practically the first time this year - that I've really felt like it.

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[fogg8.livejournal.com]

' You are ungrateful and need to grow up! Tesco recalling kettles. serial no. ***** due to faulty wiring.'

:DDD Sorry, but that made me laugh so much :D

Is he going to come and see the baby what she/he/it is born? And sorry if i'm prying, but what do his family think? Like mother/father/brother/sister? Maybe if they come to see you that could fuel him along a lil bit....[/end nosy-ing]

[fightingthecage.livejournal.com]

Made me laugh too! Well, after the row was over, anyway. :)

And...I don't know. The best he gave me in our last 'conversation' was, 'I don't know how I'll feel when it's born.' So I don't think he knows himself, yet. As for his family - I would be very surprised if he's told them. He's not that close to his parents or sister and given his obvious tendency to stick his head in the sand, I would imgine they know nothing about it.