Past- 19th September 2032
I woke up feeling more tired than I did before I went to sleep. It has been twenty-nine days, five hours, and twenty minutes since I found out that I was pregnant. I haven't even told Stan, John, Calvin, or Jessica yet. The guilt, as well as the bump, has been growing with every day going by. The bump doesn't show until the second trimester, but I can still see every change in my body.
How can I be a mother when I cannot even keep myself in check? I have always wanted children. And I know that I'm completely prepared to have them. I have enough money to raise my child and I love taking care of another child. But I only want them with my future husband once I settle down.
What about Stan? We've never had the discussion about him wanting children or not. I didn't
