Nojomo the 3rd

 Everything ended up alright… 

I was talking to my friend Melissa. We have been friends since we were 10 years old. Even though we drive each other crazy sometimes, we get each other. 
I told her about how I was taking ritalin still before I knew I was pregnant, and it puts my baby at a higher risk of down’s syndrome. She said she would adopt the baby, and would hear nothing of an abortion. 

    Making her the god parent is still in discussion with Eric. I’m sure it will work out that she will be. She’s a perfect fit. 

I had a dream last night about Eric’s brother’s dog Peter attacking my rabbits, and trying to keep him away from them. Scooby was nervous and just avoiding him.
     When I woke up I remembered that I gave my rabbits away and Scooby is in Windsor with Eric’s parents, and I started to cry! I was trying to think of a way to ease my anxiety, and I just had this intense desire to cuddle something small… Eric was too big for the purpose, Moby is an annoying dog that doesn’t make me miss Scooby less… the only thing I could think of was the teddy bear I’ve had since I was four. I have been saving him for when my baby is born. He’s the perfect cuddling size. For some reason, holding it gave me goosebumps and I cried a little more lol… pregnancy hormones, aren’t they crazy?

     I went out for lunch with Rob’s mom today too. I took her out for her birthday. She gave me my baby’s first clothes at the end! It was so nice! It was just nice to have a girly chat with someone I get along with. She’s great company. She’s great at holding a conversation, and everything she has to say holds an interest to me. I’ve always liked her, even though she does think I’m a little crazy for moving to the arctic. But so do most people.

     She talked about Rob and his sister Melissa (not my above-mentioned friend), and told me she was glad I wasn’t with Rob anymore. Actually, she told me that I should leave him when we were together, but I wouldn’t listen. I was in denial about the whole thing myself, and had to come to my own conclusions.
She had some funny stories about breastfeeding, the way she told it was hilarious.

    She said the nurse told her to watch the clock, and give him two minutes per breast. The nurse left the room, and when the time came, she couldn’t get him to unlatch. She sat there for five minutes before the nurse came back and then started crying, but the nurse unlatched him no problem, and he latched onto her other boob no problem.
     Then the next day when she breastfed, she said it was the actual milk, not just the colostrum. Her boobs were all swollen and lumpy, and when the baby tried to breastfeed, it started coming out in gushes, and he couldn’t even get any because it was all over his face. She said she donated so much, the doctor said he had never seen one woman donate so much milk.

     It was a good time.