After a stressful week at work I saw my parents for the first time since asking them to open a window as they smoke in their house (not when I’m there but can be just before I arrive so smoke still in the air). Mom was fine and chatty, dad didn’t speak to me. Upon leaving he started an argument with me that it’s his house his rules and how dare I ask him to do something. It’s one hour every two weeks to benefit his only child and only grandchild. I said that’s fine, I’ll pick up my mom and take her somewhere nice every two weeks and he won’t see me or my baby. Whilst I’m not a fan of my dad, I just had two stressful shifts at work so it’s really not needed. I’m trying to be calm but when I remember stress can affect the baby, I feel ten times more stressed that something might happen.
Never thought I’d end up caring for someone so much that I’ve never met! Roll on June, I just want them to be here and healthy now. 😫 I don’t think my mind is handling pregnancy well, I’m too full of worry.
On another note, so lovely seeing all your bumps. I have a really bad mirror and regret how little photos I have taken as it’s not the best mirror 🙈 here’s a selfie I took on Saturday in my very yellow room. 😂