
I don't really know what to say today. Other than I'm really disappointed and confused.
I'm not sure how else to say it. But I'm tired of not feeling safe anymore.
So I had a really weird dream last night.
I had a dream that I was pregnant and that I was about to have my baby. And I guess Oivia was pregnant too, but she had her baby three days before. My ex-boyfriends (all 3) were standing in the room… and I kept wondering whose baby it was.
I was really scared it was going to hurt. Everyone was standing around me. There was a light on the doctor. And I kept pushing.
Finally the doctor pulled out from inside me this sack thing. It looked the a deflated balloon.
“Here it is” the doctor said. I was confused. It was so small. And then he cut it open and there was my baby.
It was tiny.
And gangly.
I was overwhelmed with happiness. But it was so small. And I wasn’t sure if I should keep it.
Afterwards, I kept leaving it places and forgetting about it. And it was sad. And Olivia and I were going through the same thing.
At the end, we decided to take our little gangly, alien-looking babies to an adoption agency.
We handed over our babies and left down a dusty road.