Chatty Miss Patty in Chapter 6 : Just Beginning The Second.

So…

Dave never bothered to turn up for the midwife appointment 4 weeks ago. I gave him the benefit of the doubt and let myself believe that he might just have lost the sticker, despite still not having had an apology for him having not bothered his arse.
I also told you how he had the dates and times for the two scans. I think I also told you that he has a PA/Secetary kind of person who keeps his work diary in check. She also reminds him of important dates, sets up his day planner, and that if he gave her those dates that she would make sure he knew when to turn up.

Yet he still didn’t turn up to the 20 week scan yesterday. #Prick.

He texted me at stupid o’clock last night with “Forgot about today. Sorry.” #FuckOffPrick.

I swear to God, if I see him at the next scan, I will kick him in the balls so hard that his fucking retina’s will detach beyond all possible repair. Quite why it’s so difficult for him to just say “Know what, I’m quite liking getting my dick wet inside a chick who thinks I’m fucking God-like. To be honest I’d rather continue a relationship with her without being covered in baby sick on a semi-regular basis.” OR “Know what, the daft bitch that I’m fucking because she thinks I’m going to marry her and make her a trophy wife,doesn’t want me to see my kid. I’m liking fucking her a whole lot more than I like the idea of sleepless night and shitty nappies, so I’m going to not bother with having a kid after all, soz.” OR even, “I’ve changed my mind. Bye.”

I haven’t told him that he’s got a daughter. He didn’t ask. He knew that I would be asking/finding out, yet still didn’t ask. He also didn’t ask if baby was ok. Maybe because I didn’t text him back, although to be fair, he could have asked at the end of his original message. Like I’ve told him, I am not chasing him with updates, requests and/or reminders. If he was bothered about his child, his daughter, then he’d ask. #Simple

So that’s my baby daddy drama.

In other news, I’m having a little girl. My darling little Pidge completes my family to the point where I’m now more than happy to consider having my tubes tied. I have one of each and I’m nearly 30. I don’t want more kids, even if Pidge was a boy I would still consider it, just a little less happily. Regardless of gender, I have said the whole way through that this would be my last pregnancy. Pregnancy isn’t a great time for me. Yes, it’s true that this pregnancy has been SO much easier than my first overall (so far) but a lot of the time (this time round) I’m in pain. Not an agonising, the world is ending pain. More like the OMG I’ve overdone it at the gym kind of pain. I’m also not loving the hideous pains when I sneeze that makes me wonder when the assassin inside stabbed me. I’m not exactly crazy about the reflux or boiling boobs or any of the other horrors that I log in that on-going entry.

I’ve finally got everything I’ve ever wanted. How many people can say that??

Last updated January 14, 2018