Time seems to fly after Christmas break and before I know it, I’ve passed the five month mark and in two days, I’ll be six months pregnant. That’s so crazy to me. I mean, half a year ago, I was this innocent girl going to a party with her cousin and now I’ve got a belly the size of the moon and it seems like tons of responsibilities have popped up recently.
For one, I’m just starting to realize that in about three months, I’ll be a mother. I’ll have a daughter that I’ll be responsible for and that’s terrifying. I’ll also have to push her out of me. I’m awful with pain and I already know I probably won’t want an epidural. I hope this baby knows what it’s about to do to my body. I think the worst part though, is that within the past two weeks, I’ve suddenly developed stretch marks on
