A lot has changed since my last post. I am now married to Brandon. I'm 29 weeks pregnant.
A lot has not changed as well... I'm still a miserable person.
I love Brandon so much... but I never wanted kids. This was an unintended pregnancy on my part, not so much on Brandon's. He wants 8+ children.
For the first 3 months, I couldn't hide my feelings about the pregnancy-- it was pretty obvious that I never meant for this to happen.
Well, I manned up somewhere around the 3rd month and have everyone-- even Brandon fooled-- that I've just changed my mind and am excited about this baby girl we're expecting.
I'm not excited. I still don't want kids. Too late huh.
I'm crying my eyes out right now because I just googled, curiously, to see if anyone else as far along in their pregnancies are as resentful as I am... and NOTHING came up. I swear to God... I just want to die sometimes.
So I will just have to go along... pretending to get excited about baby clothes and painting the nursery... while at the same time wishing I could still give her up for adoption. I don't want this. I never wanted this.
I took the MORNING AFTER PILL 13 hours after the incident that conceived her happened. What good that did.... Brandon found out about that and was pissed... but he's done with school, it's my body, and I still had things I wanted to do.... flash forward 2 weeks and there was the first positive pregnancy test. I lost my mind. While he was jumping for joy, I was a crumpled ball on the floor crying. I don't know why I'm writing this. I need to get it off of my chest, I guess.



