At what point will I be able to look back on this abortion and think “yeah, that was the best choice, I’m glad I did that?”
When I walked into work today, one of our managers was in covering for another employee. I asked her what was up and she said one of the workers in another store called in sick so people were filling in and moving spots around all over. My friend Sarah, is the one that called out. I only see Sarah 3 or 4 times a year, mostly we just communicate via email.
Imagine my surprise when the manager said that Sarah called out because she was having complications with her pregnancy!
I didn’t even know Sarah was pregnant. Not only that, but she is due on the same day I was due. Needless to say, I was pretty upset. Read the rest of this entry
I decided to start the OkCupid back up again. I realized almost instantly that it was probably a bad decision as the messages started pouring in. I honestly don’t know what the hell I was thinking. Guys can be so gross, but to be fair, girls can be way worse. I was trying to update my profile to be a bit more depressing instead of the cheerful bubbly girl that I initially portrayed myself as since I’ll probably never get that back, but the messages kept coming in and interrupting me.
“Hey girl what are you up to?”
“Wanna go salsa dancing?”
I had my follow up appointment at good old Planned Parenthood today. A very nice woman with tattoos and an incredibly sassy attitude probed me with the robot ultrasound machine and gave me the news. Turns out the pill was 100% successful and I am no longer pregnant. Not even a smidgeon of baby matter remains.
She was having trouble getting me to relax into the stirrups. I told her it was because a stranger was inserting an object into my vagina. She looked me dead in the eye and said “well since we’re being this intimate, I think it means we’re friends.”
I was so perplexed by her odd response that my legs immediately went slack and she was able to get the images she needed. Read the rest of this entry
Seriously… is it? I have known Justin for about four months now, and I was pregnant with his child for two of those months. What the fuck?! How am I supposed to know if the fluttery feeling I have in my heart every time he sends me a text message at 8am demanding “taco bell crunches” is actually me falling in love with him or if it’s my brain still cloudy with hormones? Read the rest of this entry
After taking pill #1 I felt nothing. We walked out of the clinic and were met with the tamest group of protesters ever. I’m glad they were all in their 70’s and tired, but I feel like it would have made for a slightly more exciting story if they were throwing eggs in my face or something. The extent of their protest was when they handed Justin a sandwich bag full of pamphlets about how it’s not too late and how adoption is awesome. We took it and then just drove off. Read the rest of this entry