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It turned out that Mum had suddenly warmed to the idea of being a Granny; it was all she talked about for the next month, which made it go all the more slowly. We went shopping a lot even though there was eight months to go and we didn’t even know what the sex was.
I swear to God we know nearly every member of staff in Mother Care now the amount of times we go in a week. I mean don’t get me wrong I love looking at baby clothes and mosses baskets and prams as much as the next person. But seriously after looking at the same thing four times a week for a month you get a bit bored.
Paris’ first scan is in two days and she was nervous. No I don’t mean nervous about going on a roller coaster nervous I mean like she was really, really nervous. From ten in the morning till whenever she went to bed all I heard was; ‘Oh what shall I wear!?’, ‘what if the babies not ok?’, ‘what if the Doctor is OMG cute and I’m like all fat.’ And her most favourite saying I have head yet is ‘Oh crap this is too tight!’ Ok so the last one doesn’t really have much to do with the scan but still she says it a hell of a lot.
“Oh Crap my jeans are flipping suffocating me!” Paris yelled. See what I mean? It’s her catch phrase.
“Paris, you barely look like you have a marble up your t-shirt. How can they be too tight?” I called out the door to her. Seriously though, she’s only a month pregnant. I mean yeah three months, four months is where you look podgy but one month? She’s seriously over reacting here.
“Shut up Pippa, do you have a little person inside you? No. So keep your unwanted opinions to yourself.” She snapped poking her head round the door.
That’s another thing about her being pregnant; she has already started mood swings. Last night she was crying when the ten o’clock news was on because she saw a baby seal or something? I don’t know she’s just seriously irritating at the moment and she’s not even half way through.
“Pippa!”
“Yeah Mum?”
“Are you ready to go?”
“Erg, where are we going now?” I groaned. Is it too much to ask that I stay at home for at least one hour per day?
“Shopping!” She called with a ring to her voice.
“Crap.” I mumbled and slopped down the stairs.
“Come on, get your coat.” She began faffing around with her handbag for the car keys.
“Mum is Paris in the car already?” I asked glancing out the window. I swear I didn’t hear her go down stairs.
“What? No! She’s upstairs doing something or another.” Mum opened the door and gestured for me to move.
“Huh? Why isn’t she coming?” I asked stepping in to the scenic. Man it needed cleaning, there’s only so much a ‘fresh lemon’ scented tree can do!
“Oh you know Paris, changes her mind at the last minute.” Mum started the engine and yeah you know the car began moving? Well what else am I going to put. Something didn’t seem right though, Paris was always up for shopping.
Ten minutes later we stopped outside a building I’d never been too before, well that’s what I could tell from the car. I stepped out and did my second double take of the month. No I’d got it right the first time. We were outside an estate agent’s.
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An Auntie at 14.
Teen Fiction"Mum...it's positive." Those are the words that changed our lives for ever. My mum, Me and my older sister Paris have just been hit by a bombshell. Paris is only eighteen and she's already pregnant. Shes determend to keep it but mums not exactly ove...
