Third Trimester in Then comes baby.....

29 weeks and counting. I am huge and round, uncomfortable and perfectly healthy. I took my gestational diabetes test, passed. Blood pressure has been great. It’s all going good. I should be happy. I really should be happy and grateful.

I talked to my doctor about this depression. All I do is cry, and want to put a bullet through my head. I couldn’t do that, I couldn’t hurt the baby. I couldn’t kill the baby. However I don’t want to keep doing this.

I am in love with this sweet sweet child, but I don’t feel connected to this pregnancy. (Not that I have anything to compare it too). It’s been rough. Really rough, with Mike’s family and trying to figure out bills and baby stuff. It’s been a real pain.

Mike told me that he most likely won’t get the raise he thought he was getting. Ugh.