Alrighty you guys.. I know this blog has been a LONG time coming, but I have been a wee bit busy with this whole pregnancy thing. For those of you who don't know me too well, my name is Marie Bonaccorse soon to be Hackman. Yes, I am married, but I am quite fond of my maiden name and thought I would never have to change it. The one stipulation Pete and I put on me was if we were to have a child, I would change it to Hackman so that we can be one happy family unit. We also said we were never going to have children (more on that one later) so I thought I was safe.
Well end of March, early April, the poo hit the fan! I had a dream I was pregnant and brushed it aside for about two weeks. Unfortunately, there was a nagging suspicion that I should at least check it out. Three pregnancy tests and a whole lot of HOLY SH**'s later, we confirmed the unimaginable! We were expecting.
I have always stated that children were cute and nice, but they were not for me. Somewhere in my family lineage, the maternal DNA had skipped over me, causing me to feel very little for the screams and whims of very whiny, bratty children. I had even less patience for the parental units of said whiny children. To give some perspective, one of my favorite movies EVER is Mommie Dearest. Yes, the no wire hangers ever movie. (and Yes, there are no WIRE hangers in my house. ANYWHERE) I think I first saw that movie when I was five. My mom must have had the Tv on for background noise, because had she known the mental reprecutions it would have on me, she would have shut it off at once. I remember watching that movie, insanely jealous of the beautiful clothes that Christina got from her mommie. I also, sadly enough, remember thinking that she deserved her very brutal beating for putting her gorgeous dresses on a wire hanger. Being the respectful, loving, WONDERFUL child I was, I knew I would never disobey my mother if it came to clothing and her wishes like that.
I digress.. well not really. Now you see what this poor kid is going to be dealing with. We just recently found out we are having a boy. I also had a dream about having a boy about 8 weeks in and in the dream I screamed bloody murder at the top of my lungs in distress upon learning the news in my ob/gyn's office. I don't think that was quite the reaction a doctor would want from a patient. I took this dream to heart, and knew deep down inside it was a boy. I have always wanted a girl to share clothes, fashion and my womanly ways with, but alas, it was not meant to be. On the bright side of having a boy.. I get to keep all my accessories and don't have to share funds for them with him. Thank god. My Manolo's are safe. For now.
Speaking of the dream thing.. why can't I dream that we won 30 billion dollars. Every other dream has come true so far... oh well.
Anyway, I have to get going. Our Maryland friends have always thought God had an ironic sense of humor with bestowing us with a child and have asked that I start posting my weird musings on the Internet. They have also said they would start a prayer circle now for the poor child. Let's hope it works. He's gonna need all the help he can get!
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