from another point of view part 2. . .

So now I’ve been in the water ball for eight almost nine months. Sheesh, I’ve gotten big. I have good news too, my parents are getting along a lot better and I figured out what the rumbling was. My mom told me another story, I really liked this one. This time she was talking to my daddy. She told him “sweetie, we must start getting along for our sake and the child’s. Imagine her growing up and we having problems, what do you think she’s going to end up like. The arguing is not ok, but disagree at times is alright. The rumbling as to stop, threaten me and trying to throw stuff at me when you cant get your way isn’t going to work. When I fall, there’s a possibility we can be hurting our child. You wouldn’t want that right? Didn’t think so. I love the fact that I have a husband who takes the time to listen to me when I have something to say. Now we can get counseling to help us, if you think that’s necessary, but we both have to agree on going. One more thing sweetie, the name calling and talking each other down, must go. I can not take the verbal abuse, that is what hurts me most. I know I’m getting bigger, but once our daughter come out, I’m going to be normal again.” I told you it was a good story. My dad, didn’t have any words to say. It felt like he touch the water ball, because one side got warmer and I kicked him because it was getting a little to hot. After I kicked him, he seemed surprised that I was capable of that, he was said “Teana Marie Norman, whoever that is, is going to be a great daughter and he was going to do whatever she wanted.” I hope he’s not talking about another girl, but I cant wait to arrive. I’m running out of space in here. I’m just glad that my parents have agreed to disagree at times and hopefully they keep that agreement. I’m also glad I figured out what the rumbling was, that crazy man was throwing stuff at my mommy, what if I got head damaged from her falling, I’m going to give him a big surprise when I first come out. . . .