Writing Is Like

Writing Is Like

I came home really grouchy after a long day at school and noticed that I had been feeling very ill and my appetite had been up and down. So I told my boyfriend at the time that I thought I was pregnant and there my journey began. Before I could explain it to my mom I thought to myself how nice it would be to document my 1st pregnancy - because it *really* is such a strange, wonderful, and NEW experience. I want to share all of my discoveries with whoever reads this. I hope expectant mothers are amused and enjoy my story, my journey through the smiles, tears, pain, and joys I experienced.
Its half way through my freshmen year of high school and I knew I was pregnant, scared out of my mind because I knew my mom would kill me if she found out. So everyday when I got home from school I would write a letter telling my mother all the thing I could feel my body going through, all the tickles and bubbles in my stomach. The nausea that was creeping up my throat but every time I wrote I just couldn’t work up enough courage to slip it to her so I waited. Two weeks later and four and a half weeks into my pregnancy I was in my room laying on my bed almost sleep when my mom came in and said “shajane you pregnant aren’t you?” I was so relieved, “yea” I said with the lowest tone that would have ever reached my vocals. “I knew you were so why you didn’t just tell me” she said. I shrugged my shoulders knowing that look in her eyes was one I had never seen, it was disappointment. She hugged me as I began to cry telling me it will be ok and that she would beat my A** after I have the baby. My eyes, full of tears, smiled just a little from the reassurance that she would help me and guide me on my journey of becoming a mother and to tell you the truth I wouldn’t want anyone else.
And so it began my journey through the morning sickness, which doesn’t mean just in the morning, using the bathroom every five minutes, and eating any and everything I could get in my mouth and down my...

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