I love my mother.
I do.
I can stomach her saying that Pete was using me and the like.
Maybe he was. Maybe he wasn't.
It's not important.
My health and the baby. That's what's important.
I know this.
Does she have to tell me this?
No.
Do she have to tell me to eat?
NO.
But she did.
Apparently in order to live human beings need to eat and sleep.
And get this... pregnant women have to take vitamins! Every day!
Is she kidding me? Maybe it's a mood swing thing, maybe it's just my natural smart ass nature, but the whole twenty minute speech about how I need to eat three meals a say and take proper care of myself because (get this)
"It's not just about you anymore."
I KNOW THAT YOU DUMBFUCK!
I'm the one having a baby... I know it's because she's worried and upset... I'm her baby.
But it's really frustrating.
Cause Heavens forbid I should roll my eyes when someone tells me to eat of all things.
Eat! It's kind of essential to being alive at all.
You'd think at age 26 I'd have figured that out by now. 
Man I can't wait to see this kid.
I can teach it how to breath maybe. I've always been good at that.
Fine I'll say it... Click my eggs and baby dragons!!!
   
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you are SUCH a smartass. I love it.
