Chapter 22
Pregnancy Journal Entry
24 weeks pregnant
Weight: Still not keeping track
Cravings: EVERYTHING… however, pickles with hot sauce is like my new favorite thing. I know it sounds gross, but you seem to love it.
HAPPY VIABLITY DAY, little bean. We finally have made it to a point where if you come now, you’d have to spend a lot of time in the NICU, but you’d have a great chance at surviving. I don’t even know why I just told you that, but it’s true. You’ll find out one day when you’re old enough to start a family of your own. Your father just said you’re not dating until your thirty, but we both know he can’t stop you.
Oh, and if you haven’t guessed by now, your father finally knows about you. I won’t go into details on how he found out and what happened when he did, but he knows, and he couldn’t be happier that you’ll be his first child born. Yeah, that half-sibling I mentioned in earlier entries, well, it turned out the woman was scamming your daddy.
Note for your future: Date someone who doesn’t puck anything that moves. Okay, more like don’t date a hockey player. They attract some crazies.
But enough of that. We moved in with your daddy and though I still have my doubts and think this whole situation is only temporary, I am happy. Every day I feel you move more and more. And though it feels like I’m in that movie Alien and you will burst out of my belly at any minute, I can’t help but marvel at you.
Until we meet.
Love You Always.
Your Mama.