I found out I was pregnant, again. One month in, I guess... I asked my girl friend if it was OK that we didn't build a house this time. She said:
- yeah babe. Of course it's ok that we don't build a house. What did you think ...that people build houses every time they have kids?
I love her <3
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But later on she told me that we can't wait 9 months. The baby has to be ready in 6 months or not at all. I wasn't sure what to think about to that.
We sat on a park bench and watched other girls (8 months preg.) walk briskly by, pushing their kids in strollers and their big bellies jumped up and down as they (so the dream told me) "got mentally ready for their next delivery". Gosh they looked like they were going to kill a pig bare handed... (they were so-oo angry)
I felt sick. I knew I had had a cider two days ago and I wondered if it was a reason enough to abort.
And then she said it...
My beloved girl friend told me:
- honey, we need to move. Not just away from here... we need to move away from each other.
WTF?!
