So when I was walking to school today, I decided I needed a blog.
I’ve always been really talkative in sort of a discordant and random way, and ever since P-Day I’ve had about three hundred related thoughts running through my head on the same subject: the baby.
I found out I was pregnant on September 23, 2007, at 4:00 in the afternoon. I was exactly 8 weeks pregnant at that time, and I had been convincing myself otherwise for about 22 days. Somewhere in my heart I’d known all along but I refused to allow it to become real in my head.
I’m sixteen. I had only been sixteen for three months. The baby’s dad and I weren’t together. I’m still in high school. So pretty much the whole situation was fucked.
I had more to say but by the time I got around to it I forgot it all…uh…that happens a lot lately. Babies kind of eat your brain cells I think. So in case you plan on getting pregnant, be warned. It makes you stupid. Big blessed bundles of…stupid-bearing.
So anyway. This is my life. Enjoy?
