tenerife sea + niam
Jan 21, 2015 21:17:56 GMT -5
Post by semper on Jan 21, 2015 21:17:56 GMT -5
tweed
The first sign was I missed my period. Automatically that raised suspicion, and I waited a few days before working up the courage to go ask Mrs. Bowers-Fox about the situation. When I managed to stutter out that I thought I might be pregnant, she gave a warm, motherly smile and ran through a small verbal and physical check list and, sure enough, every result pointed to the same conclusion.
So far it’s only her that knows my secret. Duncan’s in the other room cooking God only knows what and I want to tell him but I’m scared to. Neither of us had planned anything like this—we’re only eighteen and in a district that isn’t known for any sort of medical profession. There are so many variables that could go wrong and prove the entire situation disastrous that it frightens me. What if something does go wrong? There won’t be anyone that I can turn to for help other than Duncan’s mother. Then again, there are so many women who have given birth to healthy babies without a hitch in Eight and the lower districts; sure, it was agonizingly painful, but no problems. Maybe they’re just lucky—I don’t know. I don’t believe in luck.
My fingers press lightly into my lower abdomen as I’m curled up under a quilt by the fire. Mrs. Bowers-Fox told me that right now the baby is hardly any bigger than a grain of rice, though I’m afraid that I’ll hurt it if I push down any harder. Such a small thing; I still have trouble believing that it’s growing inside of me and is entirely dependent on my actions. I could accidentally starve it, or accidentally hurt it, but I won’t. This tiny human is mine, mine and Duncan’s, and I’m going to protect it.
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