So... I finally saw someone from my family aside from my grandmother since telling her I'm pregnant.
I had to go to the dentist on Thursday last week... my dentist also happens to be my Uncle. Yeah, he's the one who married into the family, but still, he's my uncle and looks at me like "What did you do?"
It was fine until my root canal (oh don't cringe it's not that bad unless you have an big abscess) was all done and I was ready to leave. By the way, I earned a little bad ass badge, because I went without novocaine. It's considered safe for Squish, but I don't want to risk anything hurting her.
Something about how he was sort of saying goodbye, and yet dismissing me like I was a kid, just sort of irked me a bit.
So I was like "Hang on, there's something in my purse you need to see."
And I got my pictures of the sonogram out and I was like "That's my baby."
He smiled and said "Cute little thing isn't he?" Before I corrected him and said that it's a girl.
Apparently since my belly is high everyone assumes that it's a boy.
Not gonna lie, it was kind of a weird feeling for a second, but I wasn't about to shrink back like I should be ashamed of myself. I'm not a meek little person... I'm not about to start acting like one just because my family thinks I shouldn't be keeping my daughter.
This is the way I am.
I love my child.
I'm rude sometimes, I will get in your face over shit. I cuss like a sailor.
But their my family... if they don't like me, they can go fuck themselves.
Because they're still stuck with me.
I'm not going to disappear and fade away just to make them feel more comfortable.
So yeah... Things might be pretty interesting at family parties from now on. 
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good for you, Kerry.
