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Facebook groups!

So on my 'give birth in September' group there was a soon-to-be mom, who had to "give up on her dream to have a home birth' because of her dog.

Said dog apparently have a "brain damage that result in the big ass dog behaving like a 4 month old pup" and that it would not behave during the birth. It destroys the apartment and barks when there's guests - and so the presence of the midwife would be 'too much for it'.

She would not have the dog looked after during the birth, because that wasn't fair to the dog, when her other two kids was allowed to stay. She didn't "have a dog and kids just for other people to care for them" 🙄she would rather give birth at the hospital and then have someone come walk the dog. Because that's somehow better???

I literally wanted to shake her.

I'm pretty sure that dog is just mentally under stimulated and that she what?? Wanted someone to praise her for 'giving up on her dream' for a dog? I gave her some actual advice on what I have done to prepare for a home birth in a home with 3 dogs. But I wasn't sugar coating anything.

h o w

So we went on a trip. On our way down to the crater we met another heavily pregnant woman. Her look of utter displeasure when climbing the stairs up should have been a warning.

Okay so we haven’t really had lots of sex this pregnancy and yesterday R confided in me, that he’s really not that into pregnant women. Like he loves me dearly and have this deep urge to care for me and protect me, but his penis is dead. He can’t see me as his sexy girlfriend, while his daughter is inside of me. Or something like that.

It’s not like he don’t touch me or that we don’t have long deep kisses - it’s just that it never leads anywhere. I know a lot of men feels like that around their pregnant girlfriend and I told R this, which in part made him feel better and less guilty. But not me. It really hurt my ego.

Week 27 Day 3

So this is my child! This is Clara.

The midwife told us that she would be born with hair! Also, that is for sure my nose and my pathetic chin. So there’s that.