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The Difference a Pregnancy Can Make
I look down at my growing body and I definitely don’t feel beautiful or gorgeous or even pretty for that matter. I look straight down and see a belly that protrudes way past my solid double D’s. And I see stretch marks all over! Wanna see my feet? I haven’t in at least four months! My face is chubby and oily, they call it “glowing,” but I call it gross! It’s never been this big or this oily! I look at the number on the scale and see a number higher than I’ve ever seen before and I just want to cry! I try on clothes in my closet and…
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Deciding to get Pregnant
I’ve discussed in an earlier post about my son’s birth, but I haven’t mentioned the journey I took that lead me to that point. Most people don’t know this, but I never wanted to have my own children. I wanted to adopt. I wanted the guarantee factor of having a child that looked like me. Or at least had the same color of skin. You see I grew up being darker than anyone in my family and because of this I felt different. I felt out of place. I felt like I didn’t belong, sometimes. Not that my family ever made me feel this way, they didn’t, but I made…
