My body has been taken over by an alien.
I want to say that I’m grateful I can be pregnant. I know so many people try and try and never can… like my aunt and uncle, who, at the ripe old age of 50, became first-time parents through a surrogate after trying for 30 years. Even though my daughter will be coming into the world a little earlier in my own life than I would have chosen, I still already love her and am happy I’ll be a first-time mother at 20, not 50.
But. Pregnancy and I do not agree. She literally sucks everything from me and turns my body into a complete disaster. No one ever tells you exactly what you go through to grow a baby, and you never know until you A) are pregnant, B) have a pregnant wife or C) research it. Doctors say pregnancy is the roughest thing a woman will go through; women still die in childbirth! which, as you can imagine, makes me SO relieved since I’m already high-risk. This is NOT a whole glowing, happy time, even if you are in a stable place! I can’t control my emotions, I have such embarrassing symptoms, I’m BIG, and my child really enjoys rolling around and kicking me in the bladder at the most inconvenient times. Not to mention, sleep. You know how people say, “get your sleep now, while you can!” That’s bullshit. I barely get six hours a night now, because I have to pee every 2-3 hours, and then I can’t fall back asleep past 5am. I’ve played a lot of Solitaire while waiting for the time when I should be getting out of bed.
My life has already changed to where it’s not about me anymore. I can’t do fun things I did before I got pregnant, like skate and tan by the lake in 100 degree weather. Relationships are harder to maintain, and that’s just going to get even worse after she comes, since I’ll have no time. My money goes all to her and things she needs.
I want her to stay inside me till she’s healthy and has a legit, good chance at life, but OMGIHATEBEINGPREGNANT. ONLY sixteen more weeks to go?! I can’t believe my aunt has six kids, or that women purposely get pregnant right after the birth of their baby. At this rate, I’m content with this one. (and I wasn’t even sold on having kids in the first place… although I am finally excited about my daughter.)
By the way… I’m having the hardest time coming up with a name. I’ve scoured three iPhone apps and dozens of name websites!! It took me a good two months to just find my DOG’S name. At this rate, I’ll be having Baby Girl Evans. Sigh.

