Day 1
Today I found out that I am pregnant, well the thought crossed my mind the past couple of weeks but I don’t want a child yet so I pushed the thought aside. But I had this feeling when I went yesterday in the drugstore to buy new shampoo that I would need those tests and after I did them I would know that it is only false alarm and I am just sick again. I’m not ready to share Liam with anyone or be pregnant… But here I am, the bun is in the oven.
What if I lose the baby? Or… will never have one, of course one day in a few years but not now, but what if… what if I am like my mother what if I will lose all babies? Sure Liam says he doesn’t want children but he is young at some point he wants them and he expects me to bear them. But what if I can’t, what if I have one miscarriage after another paired with a few stillborns?
What if he leaves me? What if he gives me a kiss goodbye and walks away? I can’t raise his child all by myself. I mean I can raise a child I have enough support but I can’t have a child look like its daddy and remind me every second of the man I love so much.
Here I am sitting in the Botanical garden not far from where Liam and I had sex during my graduation, and I am alone. Liam is in London because he forgot someone in his flat he moved out a long time ago. I’m sitting here in the last rays of sunshine and wish his mom would still be alive. Maybe I should call Graham and tell him about the baby. I think it is a girl, I don’t know why but I think there is a little Irish girl growing in my stomach. A girl with Liam’s blue eyes and maybe his Irish genes kick in and make the girl a red head. It will be a pretty girl and she will adore her daddy. And she will hate me, I will be too curious and try too hard to be a good mom. She will hate me and be a daddy’s girl, just like I was and you will amaze her by showing her the stars, and Liam will love his little girl so much. And I will just sit at the side line and be not important anymore.
Not to mention that soon I will be fat and ugly and Liam will look for a new girl he can bang.
So no matter what the outcome is, it is a fact that in the end it is just you and me baby. I think I like to give you a strong name. Something like Yvaine. Freedom, well I want you to be free. Saoirse so that you now where you come from, and we gonna keep your daddy’s name even after he left because well I like being an O’Doherty girl and I want you to be one.
If this would just happen in a few years and not now, I could really love you Saoirse.
Today I found out that I am pregnant, well the thought crossed my mind the past couple of weeks but I don’t want a child yet so I pushed the thought aside. But I had this feeling when I went yesterday in the drugstore to buy new shampoo that I would need those tests and after I did them I would know that it is only false alarm and I am just sick again. I’m not ready to share Liam with anyone or be pregnant… But here I am, the bun is in the oven.
What if I lose the baby? Or… will never have one, of course one day in a few years but not now, but what if… what if I am like my mother what if I will lose all babies? Sure Liam says he doesn’t want children but he is young at some point he wants them and he expects me to bear them. But what if I can’t, what if I have one miscarriage after another paired with a few stillborns?
What if he leaves me? What if he gives me a kiss goodbye and walks away? I can’t raise his child all by myself. I mean I can raise a child I have enough support but I can’t have a child look like its daddy and remind me every second of the man I love so much.
Here I am sitting in the Botanical garden not far from where Liam and I had sex during my graduation, and I am alone. Liam is in London because he forgot someone in his flat he moved out a long time ago. I’m sitting here in the last rays of sunshine and wish his mom would still be alive. Maybe I should call Graham and tell him about the baby. I think it is a girl, I don’t know why but I think there is a little Irish girl growing in my stomach. A girl with Liam’s blue eyes and maybe his Irish genes kick in and make the girl a red head. It will be a pretty girl and she will adore her daddy. And she will hate me, I will be too curious and try too hard to be a good mom. She will hate me and be a daddy’s girl, just like I was and you will amaze her by showing her the stars, and Liam will love his little girl so much. And I will just sit at the side line and be not important anymore.
Not to mention that soon I will be fat and ugly and Liam will look for a new girl he can bang.
So no matter what the outcome is, it is a fact that in the end it is just you and me baby. I think I like to give you a strong name. Something like Yvaine. Freedom, well I want you to be free. Saoirse so that you now where you come from, and we gonna keep your daddy’s name even after he left because well I like being an O’Doherty girl and I want you to be one.
If this would just happen in a few years and not now, I could really love you Saoirse.