I don’t know why I’m crying. No really. I have no idea. I’m sitting here, and I just start bawling. There’s so many gifts and things for the baby in my belly. But, nothing for me. I’m making a whole child and I get nothing. I can’t sleep at night, I’m uncomfortable. A body pillow would help, but I’m too focused on saving to buy one myself. I feel fat and ugly, but my boyfriend says I’m just pregnant. But like, it must be true? He didn’t deny it. Just told me I was pregnant. Not, you are beautiful and perfect. Just pregnant. I’m so tired all the time. And my boyfriend hates that I sleep. But I can’t help it. I’m so exhausted. I just want to be held. And he doesn’t even want to touch me. Am I really so bad? Is this all in my head? Am I crazy? No, I’m just pregnant. That’s what everyone tells me.
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