Last night (this morning?), I had the most horrific dream. In this dream, I was straight up pregnant. Still in third year uni but straight up pregnant as hell. I wasn't showing yet but I sure as hell knew I was pregnant. I was too scared to go to the doctors and see how far along I was. Because that might mean that it was too late to terminate the pregnancy (is that bad to say? I know it's what I would do though).
It wasn't like I was scared of what my parents would say or how everyone would react but there was this overwhelming feeling of doom. Like my whole life could potentially be ruined by this baby, even though I would love it so much.
I woke up in a cold sweat (not really, but that's how you're meant to wake up from nightmares).
J
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