I'm having a hard time with a baby in the house. You would think that it would be good on baby vibes? Nope, not so much. Baby has gained 6lbs in 6 weeks, not healthy for a newborn. They pop a bottle into her mouth at any little squeek when a pacifier would do. They wait too long to change her diapers. They put her on their chest to sleep at night. I know it's not my kid but I want to shake them and wake them up.
Every damn time I turn around they need something. Diapers, Wipes, Formula, Food. SOMETHING. It's not my child. I'm not helping two jobless people who refuse to do anything. They have known this baby is coming for MONTHS! Yet the father never got a job long enough to get two checks. He's had one job, for a week or so. Wow. Impressive. Not.
I want to be away from them and with a baby of my own. Damn it why is life so fucking unfair?
To put the cherry on top..
Four pregnancy announcements at work in the past week. No, I'm not joking. FUCKING FOUR. Not mine, or the other infertile gals. How bad does that suck? One slap after another. Slap. Fuck. Slap. Fuck. Slap. Fuck. Slap. Fuck. Like that? There's more where that came from, I'm sure.
On a happier note, Big Congrats to Jenny!!