I’m F*cking Pregnant

Laying face down on the leather couch, which is about as comfortable as it sounds, I mumbled, “I’m pretty sure I’m dying.” 

My body was wrecked. I was exhausted, my bones were like lead pipes and I had a cough. It felt like the flu. Well not exactly like the flu. More like flu-light. All the aches and pains of the flu but no actual sickness. 

All I could do is take turns laying face down on the couch and face down on my bed. 

I had to take a few days off from my paid social media account. 

How could I “shake it for dollars” online if I was dying. 

My mother was extremely helpful (read: rude) during my illness. She teased me mercilessly, that I was pregnant. I never wanted kids and I had declared as much at 10 years old. So her taunts of, you’re probably just pregnant made me even more nauseated. 

I had the flu and just because I wanted to throw up, didn’t mean I was pregnant. 

I couldn’t be pregnant because I was just pregnant and recovering from a miscarriage. 

But to be on the safe side, I called my friend, the nurse and asked her to bring me a test anyway. 

I wanted to prove to the world, I wasn’t pregnant and I had the flu! During flu season! Like a normal person. 

I had to pee a lot because I was drinking plenty of water since my stomach was holding very little in these days. 

As soon as my friend arrived with the test, I grabbed a styrofoam bowl and headed to the bathroom. I refuse to eat from styrofoam but I assumed peeing in it would be fine and I have so many issues peeing in the little cups. 

With my styrofoam bowl full of pee, the eye dropper and the test, I proceeded to follow the instructions.

The test says results in as little as 3 minutes. 

It took as little as 3 seconds for the double lines to appear. 

“I’m fucking pregnant!” I shouted. 

My friend was ecstatic as I paced and repeated “I’m fucking pregnant”

As I finally took a seat on the stupid, leather couch, my phone dinged alerting me to a text. 

{I’m home.} it read. {I’m pregnant} I replied. 

My friend was shocked that I would tell the person responsible for half of the pregnancy over text message but I didn’t want to sugarcoat it. I was in shock, he deserved a little shock too. 

I can’t tell you

I can’t tell you that someone I love has hurt me. Because I don’t want you to hate them on my behalf. They’re not always mean and dismissive to me. It’s just sometimes. 
I don’t want you to see me crying in ball every time you look at them. Because they don’t always make me feel worthless. 
It’s just sometimes. Like when someone hurts them and says things to make them feel worthless, they’re full of this negative energy that’s just dying to come out. 
And sometimes I end up being the one to receive it all. 
I can’t tell you why I’m having a bad day because I don’t want you to hate the person I love just because it’s them hurting me. 

Hurt people hurt people. 
So all I can tell you is I’m having a bad day. 
I’m ok and I’ll be fine. As I shut myself in my room and cry and let the hurt end inside me. 
Cuz I won’t hurt people the way they hurt me.  

Broken Tooth

In the middle of leaving China unexpectedly, I was getting a root canal. I had gone to my first appointment where they drilled a hole in the tooth to relive the pain. Going home to America meant, I couldn’t get it fixed because I didn’t have insurance. So I spent the last 7 months, constantly digging food out of the hole. It’s gross but I don’t have thousands of dollars to get it fixed so I dealt with it.
Unfortunately my tooth was getting weaker everyday. Yesterday as I bit into a pizza roll, I also bit into my tooth. It broke off and I almost ate it. Today as I bit into a piece of bread, more of my tooth came with it.
I called the dentist because thanks to pregnancy, I have insurance. Unfortunately it was extremely difficult to find a dentist covered by my insurance. And when I did, they said they can’t see me until February 28th. That’s basically 2 months away. And emergency dental won’t see me because I’m in my first trimester of pregnancy. So either way I have to wait.
I’m worried because I’m afraid to eat anything else. I don’t want to lose more of my tooth or swallow it.
I tried to explain the situation to someone in my family and they completely dismissed me. And thanks to hormones, I’ve locked myself in my room so I can cry. Of course I blame the crying on hormones because while this person was pretty mean to me and hurtful, I never cry. I feel sadness when they get like that but I usually don’t cry.

My next step, now that I’m not face leaking is to call the OB GYN and ask what I can do.

Roy asked me why I was having a bad day today but I couldn’t tell him. At the very least, I’m getting a lot of writing done through everything that’s happening.

Day 4 of my miscarriage.

Day 4 of my miscarriage (written October 21, 2018)
Apparently it’s still happening. I’m still losing my baby. It’s not fast and there’s nothing doctors can do. I spend my days feeling pain and cold and misery. I spent tonight crying. I can’t remember if I cried myself to sleep last night. It seems like a long time ago. I probably did. 
I cry a lot these days. 

I felt so indifferent about being pregnant. I took a test that said positive an hour later, I took another one a week later to check again. I was pregnant. 
I made an appointment to have a professional check the following Monday. I didn’t have time to do much. I didn’t process being pregnant. How can I possibly process something dying inside me. 

I was pretty shitty at being pregnant. I couldn’t get my appetite right or remember my vitamins. I didn’t really get to make a habit of eating properly. 
I ate pineapples, they cause miscarriages. I smoked a few cigarettes a day, that causes miscarriages. 

Sometimes people blame themselves for these things when it isn’t their fault. 

This was my fault. I never wanted kids and now I don’t have one. 
How many times did I wish I wasn’t pregnant. How long was I unsure about my baby. 
I lost my baby. Whatever combination of hell that is my everyday life, came together and I lost my baby. Our baby. 

It was his too. So now I’m an empty vessel, shell of myself and he feels like he has to take responsibility for me. 

I’m pregnant

It’s more of a statement than anything. I’m pregnant for the 2nd time this year. I had a miscarriage. I didn’t write much during that time. It was pretty hard on me. I did make lots of videos talking about it. The pregnancy and the miscarriage. I won’t post those probably. I haven’t even watched them myself. But I will post the one day I did write my feelings down during that time.