You know how your parents always told you that you have to be careful with the decisions you make in your life because one small mistake can haunt you forever? Then how do you deal with stuff that you didn't do, were careful not to do and still it bites you in the ass?
If you've been reading this blog long enough, then you know that some nasty people in my high school had spread lies about me long long ago (if you just stumbled here, here are the back stories: "On real and made-up reputations" and "Misunderstood"). If you had known me then and if you know me now, you'd know those rumors were beyond ridiculous. That's why I never go to our high school reunions. I don't see the point of seeing useless and malicious people again.
Well, a long-lost guy classmate emailed me last night that at a recent mini-reunion, apparently I became the subject of conversation. Apparently, they discussed how I'm pregnant... again! Like, they don't even know how many pregnancies I've had. Well! Just to clear things up, this is my very very first pregnancy and because of my endometriosis, I never even thought I could become pregnant so if any of you hear that this is my nth pregnancy, please laugh your head off.
I wish I could laugh my head off. I used to be able to. But now that I'm going to have a kid, I don't want some stranger telling him that his mom had many pregnancies or had a wild past. It's okay if it were true but since it isn't, it's just cruel.