Friday, August 14, 2009
Sure, I have fears, a lot of fears. Some may be irrational but I'm only human. I think anyone who's pregnant starts to freak themselves out at one point or another. For example, I continue to bend over even though I seriously swear I'm going to permanently damage my fetus child. And I'm afraid the babe will be born with some kind of disfigurement and I'll always wonder, I'll always blame myself and say, Oh great. Did that happen because of the time I bent over to pick up and eat that brownie blob off the floor? I'll never know, and my fetus child will be disfigured and brownies will be forever tainted. Two of my greatest fears, actually.