Oh, Baby, Baybeh, Ahhh, Push It

Ohhhhh boy.
Or girl.
Whichever.

So....surprise! I'm preggo.

Yup.

At first, when I found out, I felt bad for Eric (he's the father, I ain't THAT big of a hoe that I don't know).
But given recent events, I don't anymore.
I feel sorry for me.
Because I'm the one that has to explain to everyone that I got knocked up by someone who doesn't care about me.
I'm the one that has to say that I don't know if my child will have a father or not.
He said he'd "call soon" 3 days ago.
And maybe that's not long enough? But for me it feels like torture.

If I had gotten pregnant by someone who LOVED me, I'd have someone saying they'd help me right now, instead of me being left alone, unknowing, and suffering.

Maybe he does have another kid. Maybe he does have Zoey too. And he just now got his life together. I don't care.

I can't take it back. I can't go back and erase my bad decision.
Unless I believed in abortion.
Which I don't.

I'm ready to move forward and give my child love and acceptance and to teach them to love and accept others too.

Eric can be there for the ride or not.

I'll send him some tickets to the show.
It's up to him to show up.




I'll rant somemore about details later, I'm sure.
But for now...work! *sigh*

Court