A few months back, I discovered the reasons for my sudden need to cry
and throw up, sometimes at the same time, was not a result of climate
change or bad kebabs, but the miracle of a mini-me growing just behind
my belly button. This surprising discovery, hurled me back into the
throws of an exsistenciall crisis I had recently managed to subdue. I
will be honest and say that it was not planned and for the first few
hours after finding out, I was unsure if it was wanted. I knew I was
likely to be alone with the responsibility for a life I had created
under the influence of spanish guitarmusic and red wine. I was hardly
capable of taking responsibilty for my own life, being drunk almost
continuosluy from fridays till sundays, most weeks even tuesdays and/or
wednesdays and having wasted my potensiall away on the "bohemian
lifestyle" I believed I was living. Luckily, it only took a few minutes
to recognize a small but rapidly growing sensation of love for this
little human inside me and decided that despite my respect for the Pro-Choice movement, an abortion should be a last resort.
So, here I am, in my second trimester. Rapidly growing outwards in most directions as my baby grows with me. 16th of September 2013 I will, if all goes according to plan be screaming and swearing and pulling my hair out to bring a new addition of life into life.
The next blog entries will be somewhat brutally honest and depending how my mood swings come along these next few months, there might be some weird stuff happening here. But if you're a young mother, single or otherwise, in the same or even just slightly similar situation as me, feel free to post your tips or frustrations or whatever else might be on your hearts agenda. :)
