quickly? As the water washes over me-washing all of my thoughts and doubts away-I’m taken away to oblivion. Followed by a knock. I raise my head up out of the water.
“Yeah?” I say out of breath.
“Are you okay? You’ve been in there a long time.” My mother says through the door.
I run my wet hand through my soapy wet hair. I haven’t washed my hair yet.
“Yeah, I’m just relaxing in a bubble bath.” I shout back.
“Okay I was just checking on you. Carry on.” After a few moments of silence, I lean back against the tub again, content. I need more of these baths.
After I shower and wash my hair, I get out and grab my towel. I blow dry my hair and pull it back in a ponytail. But I’m stopped when I look at my reflection and see the tiniest pudge of a belly. I put my right hand at the bottom, where my belly ends turning my palm facing up and my left hand at the top where my belly starts just under my breasts, palm up. I turn sideways and face the mirror. A smile spreads across my face, an overwhelming calmness washes over me.
“You’re a tiny thing aren’t you?” I say to my flesh.
“Please help me give you the appropriate amount of nutrients. This morning sickness is making it hard little one. On both of us.” I drop my hands to my sides, dry the off and get dressed. After closing my bathrobe over my clothes, I walk into my room. I sit down at my desk and open my journal and start writing.
Dear Journal,
I saw the baby. I have a sonogram picture. Wow, when I first saw it, I couldn’t believe it. That’s my baby is all I kept thinking. My body is starting to change, I can feel it. I should hear the heartbeat at my next appointment. Oh and Meg took me to the book store, I bought that book “What to Expect When You’re Expecting”. I am going to dive into it tonight oh and guess what? Meg finally admitted her feelings for Mason. They will hopefully finally be together, if she tells him, which she better. I like Carter. I want to be friends. Hopefully he won’t dismiss me when he finds out I’m pregnant. Well, I must go now. Until later.
Gracie
I set my journal in my desk drawer and grab my pregnancy book. I walk over and sit on my bed flipping through the pages. I’m about ten weeks now. Pretty soon I’ll be in my second trimester where I’ll feel semi-normal again. Fingers crossed. Though the sickness is subsiding a little. I look at my clock that reads 9:30. I think the coffee shop closes at ten or so. I could fulfill my end of the bargain and go talk to Carter while sipping on…what water? Nah, what would be my excuse? That wouldn’t work. I’ll have to wait on that. I put my book on the nightstand and crawl under the covers for sleep.
“So what week are we in now?” Meg asks me, while skimming my pregnancy book.
“We? Is this a partner thing now?” I say amused, looking up from my Seventeen magazine in my hand.
“Well, we are kind of going through this together, ya know? I mean you’re going through all the fun symptoms crap and I just get to watch you and laugh.” I glare at her. “Okay, not laugh but I go through the sympathy pains.” I smile at that.
“I’m ten weeks.” I state and go back to browsing my mag. “Seriously, these love articles are so stupid. They think they have problems. Ha! Whatever.”
Wow, some chick was making out with some guy’s nose in the dark thinking it was his lips. How awkward and funny.
“Hey, you should put your situation in a magazine article.” Meg says, looking up.
“What for?” It would be kind of funny, but not really. I can’t trust that they wouldn’t give out my information.
“Just to get your name out there. Ask for advice.” I look at her in surprise.
“No thanks. I’m not in favor of being exploited.”
“Or you could write an article about your experience as a teen mother. That would be helpful to other teens in your situation.”
“I’m not a teen mother…yet.”
“No, but after you have the
“Yeah?” I say out of breath.
“Are you okay? You’ve been in there a long time.” My mother says through the door.
I run my wet hand through my soapy wet hair. I haven’t washed my hair yet.
“Yeah, I’m just relaxing in a bubble bath.” I shout back.
“Okay I was just checking on you. Carry on.” After a few moments of silence, I lean back against the tub again, content. I need more of these baths.
After I shower and wash my hair, I get out and grab my towel. I blow dry my hair and pull it back in a ponytail. But I’m stopped when I look at my reflection and see the tiniest pudge of a belly. I put my right hand at the bottom, where my belly ends turning my palm facing up and my left hand at the top where my belly starts just under my breasts, palm up. I turn sideways and face the mirror. A smile spreads across my face, an overwhelming calmness washes over me.
“You’re a tiny thing aren’t you?” I say to my flesh.
“Please help me give you the appropriate amount of nutrients. This morning sickness is making it hard little one. On both of us.” I drop my hands to my sides, dry the off and get dressed. After closing my bathrobe over my clothes, I walk into my room. I sit down at my desk and open my journal and start writing.
Dear Journal,
I saw the baby. I have a sonogram picture. Wow, when I first saw it, I couldn’t believe it. That’s my baby is all I kept thinking. My body is starting to change, I can feel it. I should hear the heartbeat at my next appointment. Oh and Meg took me to the book store, I bought that book “What to Expect When You’re Expecting”. I am going to dive into it tonight oh and guess what? Meg finally admitted her feelings for Mason. They will hopefully finally be together, if she tells him, which she better. I like Carter. I want to be friends. Hopefully he won’t dismiss me when he finds out I’m pregnant. Well, I must go now. Until later.
Gracie
I set my journal in my desk drawer and grab my pregnancy book. I walk over and sit on my bed flipping through the pages. I’m about ten weeks now. Pretty soon I’ll be in my second trimester where I’ll feel semi-normal again. Fingers crossed. Though the sickness is subsiding a little. I look at my clock that reads 9:30. I think the coffee shop closes at ten or so. I could fulfill my end of the bargain and go talk to Carter while sipping on…what water? Nah, what would be my excuse? That wouldn’t work. I’ll have to wait on that. I put my book on the nightstand and crawl under the covers for sleep.
“So what week are we in now?” Meg asks me, while skimming my pregnancy book.
“We? Is this a partner thing now?” I say amused, looking up from my Seventeen magazine in my hand.
“Well, we are kind of going through this together, ya know? I mean you’re going through all the fun symptoms crap and I just get to watch you and laugh.” I glare at her. “Okay, not laugh but I go through the sympathy pains.” I smile at that.
“I’m ten weeks.” I state and go back to browsing my mag. “Seriously, these love articles are so stupid. They think they have problems. Ha! Whatever.”
Wow, some chick was making out with some guy’s nose in the dark thinking it was his lips. How awkward and funny.
“Hey, you should put your situation in a magazine article.” Meg says, looking up.
“What for?” It would be kind of funny, but not really. I can’t trust that they wouldn’t give out my information.
“Just to get your name out there. Ask for advice.” I look at her in surprise.
“No thanks. I’m not in favor of being exploited.”
“Or you could write an article about your experience as a teen mother. That would be helpful to other teens in your situation.”
“I’m not a teen mother…yet.”
“No, but after you have the
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