I'm Still Breathing

after Alex had showed us our room, I lay down in the bed looking at my stomach sighing. This baby is causing me so much trouble, I'm not really sure what there will come out of this, I really wanted to stay home but all in the class had to go. So I was forced to go, and right now I'm scared shitless of what Alex will say. 'Coz I have an idea he will come in here to talk with me, I just know he will.

I hear my friends laugh and talk from the room beside. They don't know anything about this, and I know they can't help me. I sigh looking at my cell-phone. It's 8PM, and I'm so tired. It takes a lot of a woman to be pregnant. Or so I've heard. I'm not sure, I'm still the same, I can still get pretty high up in my happy stage. But I can also come down to the tired ever so often. I just can't wait until the baby is born.

I sign closing my eyes imaginary the baby in front of me, how it will look like. It brings a smile to my mouth and I drift off yo sleep with the happy imagination of mine and Alex's child.