It's hard because I'm a very critical person, especially if I do not like you. That's just a hard cold fact right there. But, I need to learn to be a bit more tolerant. Yawn. Boring. Whatever. It probably won't happen.
I am ten weeks pregnant now. I am the drama queen of drama queens. I've even been known as a beauty queen. And now I am going to have a baby. What the fucking hell is this world coming to. Oh, my God. Holy fucking shit.
When I first found out I held the pregnancy test in my hand with my mouth wide open. There couldn't possibly be two lines, right? I couldn't scream, cry, or smile. Besides shock I felt nothing. I am almost 22 years old.
People will harshly judge me. And rightly so. Whatever. I really don't care what people think. And despite what they all say I am going to be a good mom. I'm so overly dramatic, but I am going to woman up and do what I am supposed to do.
Domonic drive sme crazy half the time, but God do I love him. I think he's alot happier about this then I am. But, I am getting there. And all I know is that I am going to be alright no matter what.
Domonic has said he wants to be with me and move in together. Sometimes fear crops up. I'll write mor elater. I just can't wait to see where all of this leads. Stay tuned. I promise it's going to be a bumpy ride...