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Kinda miss my short hair 👩💇💁
This is beautiful
Six weeks and a heartbeat :’)
Being pregnant is no joke. I’m so nauseous and tired, oh my goodness.
My boobs went from c to DD and hurt like hell, my back hurts, my hips are bigger, I’m literally expanding before my own eyes. My ass surpasses any Kardashian (Holla!). I feel wide. Then I suddenly forget about everything and at night I feel so crummy that I’m like “hey, a glass of wine sounds good cause I feel like shit”, then I’m like NOPE NEVER MIND, I FORGOT I HAVE A FETUS GROWING INSIDE ME. Anyway, life is fun!
It’s a surreal, wonderful, emotional rollercoaster where I sometimes act like a psychotic bitch…but I am with child. And it’s the most intense feeling in the world and I just want to tell everyone about it and say how in love with the person I’m with I am, but, ya know, first trimester and all should be kept to yourself and to a minimal amount of people that are close to you, so meanwhile I’ll just share with tumblr.
There are days when I’m not sure why I’m sad or what to do about the sadness. I find myself taking the long route home from school, just driving through unfamiliar streets and thinking. I’m not even sure what it is that I think about. Nothing important it seems.
Eventually I get home, and I go about my daily duties without really being present at all. It’s like this empty feeling. It doesn’t cause me pain or discomfort, but I can’t help but feel a little sad. It’s the confusion that makes it so, I suppose.
On days like these I feel like a nobody. Just a body that breathes and moves and serves no particular purpose. I ponder the meaning of my life, and find myself slipping into depression as I realize that nothing has been predetermined for me and I still have a lot to learn.
I think about others. I think about the impact they’ve had on my life. I think about what kind of impact I’d like them to have in the future. I wonder if they think of me the way I think of them. I wonder if they even realize how much I think about them in the first place. They probably don’t have the time to consider it.
On days like these nothing is certain. I find myself floating around in space and just wondering about everything. I don’t even have the energy to dream… I just wonder. And I’m not sure what this is. Is this depression? Is this normal? What is going on with me? I don’t know. And I’m not sure I’ll ever find out why I have these days. Sometimes I just feel like I think too much, feel too much, hope too much. It’s all just too much. I really wish I could let go of it all. Even though I’m not sure exactly what I’d be letting go of…