May 8, 1990

A guy came into the video store where I work today. I’ve talked to him before. He’s really nice and not bad looking. He asked me out and I didn’t know what to say. I’m pregnant and not just a little bit. I’m 7 months pregnant. What was he thinking?

He couldn’t possibly want to seriously date a pregnant girl, not one that is pregnant with someone else’s baby anyway. I’m with the dad or anything, but still. It’s weird. It’s not like I wouldn’t like to go out with him, but not now. I feel vulnerable. I feel unattractive. I AM unattractive. For Christ’s sake I’m huge!

Dating is not something I can do now. I’ve just decided that after he asked. I can’t.

If not now, then when? I’m not sure. I won’t be before the baby is born, and then after I won’t feel good about myself until I lost the baby weight and get back in shape. Nine months to gain it, nine months to lose it, I’ve heard. It could be a long time, but that’s ok. I’ll have a baby to worry about. I don’t need a man.

It’s something of a relief to say that. There were too many men, too many disappointments, too many mistakes over the last few years. I don’t want to deal with that right now.

I hope my baby’s a girl, but if it’s a boy I’m going to teach him how to treat girls and I’m going to teach him what girls mean when they say things. I’m going to be a good mom. Somehow I’m ready. I don’t know why but I feel that way. Things got so bad in my life that the baby rescued me, in a way. It gave me a reason to live when I was feeling really empty.

I hope it’s ok. I get scared sometimes that something will go wrong. I know I didn’t plan to have this baby but I still care about it. It’s mine. How could I not? I never, ever could give my baby up for adoption. That’s just unthinkable to me. I know other mothers do and I’m glad they do. Some people shouldn’t have kids! And the babies go to good families that want kids and can’t have them. I just know I couldn’t do it.

I’m excited, and scared, but what’s going to happen is going to happen and I can’t stop it now.

I wonder when I’m going to feel like me again. I wonder when I’ll want to date again.

Someday…

Just me…Marissa

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