semiprecious
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It seems like online and offline I can’t escape from this shit. I know we look like a fucking circus getting out of our car. I know there are a lot of us.
I was out at the grocery store yesterday. DH and I have triplet girls (4) and a 9 y/o DS (and the story is in my post history) and we’re currently in the process of adopting my sisters 4 y/o daughter, and 1 y/o son, after she passed away. I’m currently pregnant with our fifth.
Before we took in Niece and Nephew, people would “oh you’re so brave to have another after triplets!” And moved on. I was fine with that. Triplets attract attention. 4 years in that’s just something that is a part of life.
But yesterday, I was in the store. DS is pushing Nephew around in the stroller. The girls are behaving themselves pretty well - I mean, they’re four. How well behaved are four year olds? They were loud, for sure. 26 weeks into my pregnancy and I look like I’m 36 weeks.
Some fucking douche bag comes over and literally asks me why I would get pregnant again with this many kids. Told me to have fun on food stamps, and the government paying for everything.
And I’m just unreasonably mad. It’s probably the hormones... but, not that it’s any of anyone’s business, we’re fine financially. Niece and Nephew get survivors benefits, and the state their from gave us money for beds/a clothing allowance for the two of them. Therapy is being provided by the state since Niece is the victim of a crime. Nephews physiotherapy is at a discounted rate since it is the result of neglect.
And when someone says I have “too many” kids I get so fucking angry. Niece is fucking flourishing here. She has come right out of her shell. Her case worker has even said she hasn’t seen this little girl. She hasn’t met the little girl Niece is now. She’s a completely different person than when she first came to us. Nephew is starting to crawl! At almost a year old he’s starting to crawl. So fuck anyone who wants to complain about it. If I wanna give a hundred more kids a safe, loving home to grow up in I fucking will.
I was out at the grocery store yesterday. DH and I have triplet girls (4) and a 9 y/o DS (and the story is in my post history) and we’re currently in the process of adopting my sisters 4 y/o daughter, and 1 y/o son, after she passed away. I’m currently pregnant with our fifth.
Before we took in Niece and Nephew, people would “oh you’re so brave to have another after triplets!” And moved on. I was fine with that. Triplets attract attention. 4 years in that’s just something that is a part of life.
But yesterday, I was in the store. DS is pushing Nephew around in the stroller. The girls are behaving themselves pretty well - I mean, they’re four. How well behaved are four year olds? They were loud, for sure. 26 weeks into my pregnancy and I look like I’m 36 weeks.
Some fucking douche bag comes over and literally asks me why I would get pregnant again with this many kids. Told me to have fun on food stamps, and the government paying for everything.
And I’m just unreasonably mad. It’s probably the hormones... but, not that it’s any of anyone’s business, we’re fine financially. Niece and Nephew get survivors benefits, and the state their from gave us money for beds/a clothing allowance for the two of them. Therapy is being provided by the state since Niece is the victim of a crime. Nephews physiotherapy is at a discounted rate since it is the result of neglect.
And when someone says I have “too many” kids I get so fucking angry. Niece is fucking flourishing here. She has come right out of her shell. Her case worker has even said she hasn’t seen this little girl. She hasn’t met the little girl Niece is now. She’s a completely different person than when she first came to us. Nephew is starting to crawl! At almost a year old he’s starting to crawl. So fuck anyone who wants to complain about it. If I wanna give a hundred more kids a safe, loving home to grow up in I fucking will.