Well, I got pregnant.
After my last post, I went to the hospital and stayed there for two weeks. Fun. Only not really because my fellow inmates were a bunch of jerks and I got SO. BORED.
The same week that I left the hospital, a fellow inmate left as well. We agreed to meet up (he was a student at the university that I no longer attend) and we had sex. Unprotected. Three times. On his couch.
I know. Really classy.
And a few weeks later, I discovered that I was pregnant.
I debated abortion/adoption (I wasn’t going to KEEP it) for a while before deciding on adoption. But then that choice got taken away from me.
On November 11, 2009, I lost the best thing I ever had a hand in creating — I had a miscarriage in the middle of the night. I lost her — almost without pain.
I am mourning her probably more than I should be, considering I only knew I was pregnant for a few weeks. But I can’t help but grieve over the possibilities that were lost.
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