YEARS later, I finally get the net back! Wewt, wewt!

Updates:

Had my son on the 7th of April; just turned two months yesterday. Named him Darryn William Freeman. He was hospitalized last week. He had a fever, was listless and didn't want to wake up even to eat, and was giving me hardly any pee-pee diapers. So, I took him to the ER where I waited for nearly 8 hours, while they did a chest X-Ray, took blood, took urine.. the not so pleasant way.. and did various other tests. Then they admitted him to another hospital, because they don't have an area for taking care of sick children. Told me his white blood count or whatever was low, and that meant he had an infection. Didn't stay with him every night and got evil looks from nurses, and constant badgering from my mother (telling me that I should stay with him) which all made me feel like a shit mom.. Even though it's not like I could really do anything for him, or that he'll even remember being there. Did stay one night out of the three he was there, though. Stayed there for several days and then was released. Still don't know what the infection was..

Getting constantly harped at for not breastfeeding from my mother. Even though she never breastfed me, my sister, nor my brother.

Stressed due to constant breaking up and making-up with Darryn's father. Tired of being hurt by him, but love him too much to just give up. He says he'll change, but I've heard all this before.. so we'll just let time tell.

Started smoking again. BOO.

Moved into my apartment. YAY!

Got ANOTHER dog. Long-haired chihuahua. Currently living with my mom because I can't afford the pet deposit; $300. Plus the extra $20 they're going to tack onto my rent every month. Rip-off.

Erhm.

Computer's motherboard fried. AFTER I put ANOTHER $200 into the bastard. -_-; With the money I've put into that fucker I could have had a NEW one by now. But no, I'm stubborn. And retarded.

Stressed because raising a child is a lot harder than I ever could have imagined, especially with only minimal help from the father due to me either kicking him out all the time or him just being a lazy ass; because I'm a stay-at-home mom I have to do *everything* by myself by default. Bullshit. I don't mind doing everything during the day, and I understand he's tired when he gets off.. but a LITTLE fucking help won't hurt. Change a diaper once in a while or feed him or SOMETHING. He hardly even holds him, just puts him in his bouncer and gets all pissed off whenever he starts crying; HE'S A BABY HE CAN'T HELP THAT IT'S THE ONLY WAY HE CAN COMMUNICATE RIGHT NOW. Can't wait 'til he can talk, though.

Was in labor for six hours AND he was born early; both things the doctors told me wouldn't happen since he was my first. HA. He proved them wrong. But he did have to be vacuumed out, which gave him a bumpy head. ): Makes me sad, because they told me it'd go down by the time he was two months old. AND THEY LIED. Well, it has gone down A LITTLE. But they gave me the impression the bumps would be gone by now.

He's got blue eyes! Only grandchild of my mom's to get 'em. HA. I WIN.

That's about all I can think of right now!