So here it goes. I'm going to be a mother. A single mother. I don't think I've ever been so torn or stressed about anything to this level. When my parents got divorced, I had a good friend circle and plenty of whiskey. Now I have very few friends (though the few I do have are phenomenal) and I can't have a drink. So I'm going to blog about my experience being a 23-year-old expecting mama. I'm almost 11 weeks today, I found out at roughly 3-4 weeks. Which sucks, I wish I could've been one of those women who don't notice til 7-9 weeks. Not so lucky here. So far, it's been quite miserable. The nausea is very consistant, every single day I feel it. Not always to the vomit stage but that's very common too. I work and lay in bed. I bought a fish and named him Vladimir. Small things make me happy, like when I happen to eat a food that feels AND tastes good (rare). So far I've had that experience with tomato soup and a Nicks Special from Timoleons. I'm sick of people telling me how beautiful and great pregnancy is; it fucking sucks.
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