Cats out of the bag

I wake up feeling very nauseous. I run to the bathroom and empty my stomach contents in the toilet. The morning sickness was get a lot worse and happening more frequently. After finally having nothing left to throw up I stand up and wash my face. I felt drained and tired. My muscles were tight and sore. I throw my hair in a messy bun and went back into my room to get dressed for the day. I look in the mirror seeing that my baby pump has grown. I smile a sad smile and look away. I'm happy that the baby is well, but it is also a reminder of what trouble lays ahead. I have always wanted to be a mother but I fear I'm just to damaged tk be a good mom. What if my baby growns up to think that I didn't love him or her.

I dress in n black strapless bikini and cover myself in a black lace cardigan.

I go downstairs to see layla, Jenny and Bilbo out by the pool. I grab a water and an apple and join them. We spent an hour outside just relaxing and laying down on the beach chair, and just having