Baby / Daddy Drama

I kinda want a baby. I was looking at some babies at the daycare and became obsessed with what my child would look like. And what I would name him/her, or them. I am convinced that my first pregnancy will result in multiple births. Just a hunch that I’ve always had. Even though, when I got my palm read – mistake- she didn’t tell me that. But I’ll never have a baby outta wedlock so right now pregnancy is not an option. But they are cute. In more important baby news… My damn daddy told my mom that he has a child on the way. Every time I ask him about it, he turns it into a joke. Does he have any idea that I would hate that lil’ fucker? Sure he does, ‘cause I told him. My parents are married, separated, still fucking. EWW! Anyway, yeah, he is saying behind my back that some lady is about to birth his first son. I would seriously cry tears if I got a new sibling- especially a STEP-sibling this late in my life. I cannot picture loving anybody else the way I love my sisters. Especially someone from a random funky birth canal that I’ve never seen. Nasty lil baby, I hate you. That statement sounds like the exact one that I’ll regret when I like the new kid. But knowing me, I doubt it. A great deal of pride lives in me because I have no step siblings. I like that. Plus I know this lil mofo doesn’t think he’ll be a JR. *I’m named after my father* I swear I will barf in his/her bottle if my dad brings it around. Ugggh, and the thought of kissing someone else’s son-not happening. My dad better be lying! My mom said "That's on the dumb bitch that would have a child by a broke-down 51 year old that can't take care of the three damned kids he has". She's so crazy!