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"Knocked Up" by Nicole Filmore

After spending the weekend at Sarah’s, it’s finally time for me to get home. I walk through my front door and am greeted by my oh-so-friendly sister, who doesn’t even manage to look up. She’s eating Wendy’s. I’m going to assume it’s a double stack with cheese, no onions, a medium fry and a coke. We always get the same thing. How boring.

“Hey” I say, as I take a seat next to her.

“Hey” she says in return. She spent the weekend with my mom. Sucks for her.

“How was your weekend?”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Nuh uh! Shut up.”

“I am.”

“How do you know?”

“We went to the doctor’s.”

She’d been sick all week. We all thought it was a stomach virus, but her dumb ass knew that wasn’t the case. My mom took her to the doctor’s to make sure it wasn’t anything serious. I am later informed that apparently, my sister had an attitude about going and my mom later tells me that she knew something was up. While in the waiting room my mom asked my sister if there was any chance that she may be pregnant and my sister began to cry. My sister never cries. I’m not going to lie, I kind of wish I was there for that one. While at the doctor’s, my mom has my sister take a pregnancy test and as you can imagine, she is of course pregnant. Almost 750,000 teenagers between the ages of 17-19 get pregnant each year (U.S Teenage Pregnancy Statistics); I’m just content with the fact that she’ll be one of the ones keeping it.

Only sixteen years old, it had been instilled into my head that premarital sex was the devil. And now my sister, only a year and a half older than myself, was pregnant and at seventeen. Although I knew she was having sex, it couldn’t have been more than three or four times. I remember when she first told me she had lost her virginity. I was so shocked, because it seems that I was home with her at the time. My sophomore mentality thought nothing of it, other than the fact that it was gross.

“How was it?” I asked.

“It hurt.”

“It wasn’t good?”

“Not really. I almost cried.”

Lucky for me, this gave me no desire to go off and have some sex of my own. I can’t believe she’s pregnant now. Still sitting at the table, I could only imagine what was going through her head. She was so calm, as if this was no big deal. She wasn’t ready for a baby. I wasn’t ready for a baby. Where will the baby sleep? My sister doesn’t have a job. How will the baby get diapers? She should probably stop spending her money on Wendy’s and start saving up. Oh goodness. I’m stressing out already and this isn’t even my baby. We don’t even know the sex. Hell, I don’t even know how far along she is. But she’s calm, so I’ll play calm. There is no need for freaking anyone out. I’m sure she has a plan. Who am I kidding? She never has a plan.

“Are you excited?” I ask.

“What else can I be?” she responds.

“Well I’m excited. I’m going to be the BEST aunt ever!” I lied. I wasn’t excited. I was scared shitless. But again, I was playing it calm. And the excited soon came.

“Shut up, you dork,” she said.

“I love you too.”

Okay, well the excitement came and left. This entire baby ordeal got old extremely quick. Now four months pregnant, it was really starting to hit. My sister began to have her miserable days and for some reason, that usually meant it was a miserable day for myself as well. Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, I did the dishes and she swept. Tuesdays, Thursdays, I swept and she did the dishes. Simple enough, right? Right!

“Ugh. I’m so tired.” She says to my dad. “My feet hurt.”

Being the good little daughter that I am, I am quietly doing the dishes; as I am suppose to be doing. She has a seat on the couch and my dad says,

“Hey Nicole, can you sweep for Tarelsha today?”

“Ugh. I have homework to do!!” I respond.

“It’ll only take you two seconds”

“Then why can’t she do it?”

He doesn’t respond and I finish the dishes and began to sweep HER floors. I hated sweeping. Okay, so maybe I’m a selfish bitch, but I don’t care. Ever since we found out she was pregnant, everyone has been treating her like a princess. I on the other hand did nothing wrong and what I do get? MORE CHORES! Whatever.

“Did you move the mats in the bathroom?” my dad asks.

What the fuck. We never move the mats. This is lame. Five more months. Only five more months. And naturally, this is the slowest five months imaginable.

It’s a new day and it started off great. All A’s and a B, I can’t complain. Today is a good day. Oh who am I kidding? It’s never a good day anymore. I get home and immediately call my dad.

“This is Freddie.”

“Hey daddy, I got my report card today.”

“Can you hold on a second?” he says. About one hundred and twenty seconds later he returns only to say “Hey, I’m going to have to call you back, its Tarelsha’s doctor.”

I wait. And wait. No sooner than thirty minutes later the phone rings. I never pick up until the second ring, because I like to wait until it registers on the caller-id. Yay! It’s him.

“Hey”

“Hey Nicole, let me speak to Tee.” He says.

Ha. Of course. Silly me, I thought he was actually calling back to see how I’d done. That quarter my brother got three F’s, two C’s and a B and my dad will never know. He’s never simply not cared what either of us got on our report card. I’m being selfish. Again, I don’t care. This isn’t fair. I’m the good one, remember? The one that goes to all of her classes. The one that isn’t having sex… the one that doesn’t sneak out. But no one cares.

I hate being woken up in the middle of the night. Why is my sister crying? Ugh. I get up to see where she is,

“What’s wrong?” I say.

“I have another Charlie Horse” she manages to get out.

“Aren’t you supposed to walk it off? I’ll go get you some water.”

“I can’t walk.”

“Whatever.” I say, irritated. I give her the water and I head back to bed. I’m not even the one pregnant and I’ve listened enough to know that, the best way to relieve a leg cramp is to stretch your muscles (Coping with Common Discomforts…)

I cannot wait until she isn’t pregnant anymore. Two weeks. Two more weeks and she’s ready to pop! Well, two weeks turned into three and she was now overdue. They’ve decided to induce her labor. She has to check in at ten o’clock in the evening. I bet she’s nervous. Hell, I’m nervous. I’m just excited I get to miss school tomorrow. Nine thirty came sooner than any of us were ready for and my mom, my ex-step mom, my sister and I headed for the hospital.

The waiting room was nice. I bet my sister wished we were in there for longer than three minutes. Damn hospital, having their shit together. Ha. I crack myself up – good thing I’m not an egg. Ha ha. There I go again. Alright so naturally the first thing they have to do is put the IV in my sister’s arm. I bet they thought that would be a much easier task than it was. Needles and dogs; my sisters two biggest fears. She began to cry for no reason and the only thing I can think of is the fact that I guess this was God making up for the fact that I missed her crying at the first doctor’s appointment. I get annoyed when she freaks out, because after every shot she always says,

“That wasn’t that bad.”

And I think to myself, “No shit, you said that after the last hundred shots you’ve gotten.”

The waiting process was pretty boring for us all. The first thing they did was break her water and she thought she’d peed on herself. I was the only person to laugh out loud when she said this and everyone in the room just sort of looked at me.Then they gave her something to help her sleep. Lucky bitch. This wooden chair isn’t exactly the most comfortable. I wonder if my sister will scoot over, if I asked her nicely. Oh never mind, her bed is probably all wet from her pee-water. We’ve been here all night and she’s nowhere close to having the baby.

I stare at the TV, where the sound is turned off and I try to guess what the hell they’re saying. This is fun. I’m lying. This is extremely boring, but this damn rocking chair isn’t exactly allowing me to get any sleep…so watching this black and white television show will have to do. I looked for the remote for all of twenty seconds, until I got tired of that as well.

The sun is up. Wow, what the hell. It’s seven o’clock? There is no way I’ve been up all night. Maybe I fell asleep and I didn’t know it. Maybe I’m just crazy, it really doesn’t matter. I’m still the only one up; it may as well be four in the morning. I’m still bored.

“Good morning” the nurse says.

Assuming she’s speaking to me I say “Good morning” in return. She wakes my sister, only to tell us she’s a measly three centimeters dilated. We still have seven centimeters to go; we’re going to be here all day! My sister manages to fall back asleep after getting her epidural. My ex-step mom and I decide to go down to the cafeteria and see if there is anything good to eat. The answer of course was no, but at least I was able to get some orange juice. Concentrate, but I wasn’t picky, just thirsty.

We return to the room to hear my sister complaining about stomach pains. Having already been given her epidural, there is no reason for her to be in pain. She later corrects herself and describes the pain as pressure. An epidural relaxes the pelvic muscles and the nerves are bathed in the local anesthetic medication which causes insensitivity to pain. You will still feel the pressure of the contractions and the urge to push.(Bovo)Having her dilation measured only an hour ago; at three centimeters… this couldn’t be pressure. You only feel pressure at ten centimeters and when the pushing soon begins.

“I dilated really fast at the end, when I was pregnant with her.” My mom says to the doctor.

So the doctor checks my sister, for kicks and what do you know, she’s ten centimeters and this baby was ready to come out. About fifty three hundred nurses filled the room and everyone began to prep for the delivery. I was hoping they all weren’t going to stay, because the room definitely wasn’t big enough for us all… but I didn’t get so lucky. They stayed. My stomach began to turn in knots. I felt as if I was going to vomit and I’m pretty sure I’m sweating pretty heavily, but maybe no one will notice. Who am I kidding? Who in their right mind cares how much I’m sweating at a time like this. Now, everyone has a job; even me. I was given the responsibility of the left leg. I was to hold it, while she was pushing. Simple enough. I would definitely be the best leg holder I could be. Or so I thought. After the second push, I needed a seat and I had decided I was never having children. I’ll adopt. Adopting is safe and I will never have a head hanging from my vagina. Yes, adoption is the way to go. One from China, one from Africa, one from Latin America, this will be grand.

Damn, that’s a big baby. Wow. I missed it. I was day dreaming about babies and I missed all the good stuff. It’s probably better that way, I’m sure I would have vomited. She’s not crying… that’s odd, in most movies the babies are crying. They immediately take her to the other side, wash her down and wrap her up and then we hear it. The most perfect cry I’d ever heard. I lied. I am having children; tons of them. I can’t believe that two people could produce something so precious. Kyla Simone McMath; born November 8^th 2004. She was beautiful, she was perfect and she is now the reason my sun shines so bright on a Sunday morning and I couldn’t imagine my life without her. My everything.

Works Cited

Alford, Sue. Adolescent Pregnancy and Childbearing. Advocates for Youth. Washington, D.C: Transitions, 2003. 1. 07 Nov. 2006 <http://www.advocatesforyouth.org/publications/transitions/transitions1502.pdf>

Bovo, Mj. "Epidural Anesthesia." 1997. 07 Nov. 2006<http://www.mjbovo.com/Epidural.htm>.

Curtis, Glade B., and Judith Schuler. Your Pregnancy After 30. Fisher Books, 1996.

Coping with Common Discomforts of Pregnancy. 07 Nov. 2006

Gardner, Tawana S. Telephone interview. 06 Nov. 2006.

White, Tarelsha L. Telephone interview. 06 Nov. 2006.

Knocked Up! - Draft 1

I spent every weekend at Sarah’s house. Her house was my house and I didn’t necessarily like being at my own house for any longer than I had to be. Sundays never seemed long enough for me. It was almost six o’clock and I knew Sarah’s dad was going to suggest taking me home any second now. I never stayed over Sarah’s house on weekdays, unless my dad was out of town, it was Halloween or some other random special occasion. And today of course, was nothing special, or so I though. Right, as I usually am, he says we should probably get going before it gets late. I pack my things and we make the five minute car ride from Sarah’s house, to my house.

I walk into the door and am greeted by my oh-so-friendly sister, who doesn’t even manage to look up. She’s eating Wendy’s. I’m going to assume it’s a double stack with cheese, no onions, a medium fry and a coke. We always got the same thing. How boring.

“Hey” I say, as I take a seat next to her.

“Hey” she says in return. She spent the weekend with my mom, sucks for her.

“How was your weekend?”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Nuh uh! Shut up.”

“I am.”

“How do you know?”

“We went to the doctor’s.”

She’d been sick all week. We all thought it was a stomach virus, but her dumb ass knew that wasn’t the case. My mom took her to the doctor’s to make sure it wasn’t anything serious. I am later informed that apparently, my sister had an attitude about going, so my mom knew something was up. While in the waiting room my mom asked my sister if there was any chance that she may be pregnant and my sister began to cry. My sister never cries. I’m not going to lie, I kind of wish I was there for that one. While at the doctor’s, my mom has my sister take a pregnancy test and as you can imagine, she is of course pregnant.

Only sixteen years old, it had been instilled into my head that premarital sex was the devil. And now my sister, only a year and a half older than myself, was now pregnant and at seventeen. Although I knew she was having sex, it couldn’t have been more than three or four times. I remember when she first told me she had lost her virginity. I was so shocked, because it seems to be, that I was home while it happened. My sophomore mentality thought nothing of it, other than the fact that it was gross.

“How was it?” I asked

“It hurt.”

“It wasn’t good?”

“Not really. I almost cried.”

Lucky for me, this gave me no desire to go off and have some sex of my own. I can’t believe shes pregnant now. Still sitting at the table, I could only imagine what was going through her head. She was so calm, as if this was no big deal. She wasn’t ready for a baby. I wasn’t ready for a baby. Where will the baby sleep? My sister doesn’t have job. How will the baby get diapers? She should probably stop spending her money on Wendy’s and start saving up. Oh goodness. I’m stressing out already and this isn’t even my baby. We don’t even know the sex. Hell, I don’t even know how far along she is. But she’s calm, so I’ll play calm. There is no need for freaking anyone out. I’m sure she has a plan. Who am I kidding? She never has a plan.

“Are you excited?” I ask.

“What else can I be?” she responds.

“Well I’m excited. I’m going to be the BEST aunt ever!” I lied. I wasn’t excited. I was scared shitless. But again, I was playing it calm. And the excited soon came.

“Shut up, you dork.”

“I love you too.”

“Ugh. I’m so tired.” She says to my dad. “My feet hurt.”

Being the good little daughter that I am, I am quietly doing the dishes; as I am suppose to b doing. She has a seat on the couch and my dad says,

“Hey Nicole, can you sweep for Tarelsha today?”

“Ugh. I have homework to do!!” I respond.

“It’ll only take you to seconds”

“Then why can’t she do it?”

He doesn’t respond and I finish the dishes and began to sweep HER floors. I hated sweeping. Okay, so maybe I’m a selfish bitch, but I don’t care. Ever since we’ve found out she was pregnant, everyone has been treating her like a princess. I on the other hand did nothing wrong and what do I get? MORE CHORES! Whatever.

“Did you move the mats in the bathroom?” my dad asks.

What the fuck. We never move the mats. This is lame. Five more months. Only five more months. And naturally, this is the slowest five months imaginable.

It’s a new day and it started off great. All A’s and a B, I can’t complain. Today is a good. Oh who am I kidding? It’s never a good day anymore. I get home and immediately call my dad.

“This is Freddie.”

“Hey daddy, I got my report card today.”

“Can you hold on a second?” he says. About one hundred and twenty seconds later he turns only to say “Hey, I’m going to have to call you back, its Tarelsha’s doctor.”

I wait. And wait. No sooner than thirty minutes later the phone rings. I never pick up until the second ring, because I like to wait until it registers on the caller-id. Yay! It’s him.

“Hey”

“Hey Nicole, let me speak to Tee.” He says.

Ha. Of course. Silly me, I thought he was actually calling back to see how I’d done. That quarter my brother got three F’s, two C’s and a B; and my dad will never know. He’s never simply not cared. I’m being selfish. Again, I don’t care. This isn’t fair. I’m the good one, remember? The one that goes to all of her classes. The one that isn’t having sex… the one doesn’t sneak out. And no one cares.

I hate being woken up in the middle of the night. Why is my sister crying? Ugh. I get up to see where she is,

“What’s wrong?” I say.

“I have another Charlie Horse” she manages to get out.

“Aren’t you supposed to walk it off? I’ll go get you some water.”

“I can’t walk.”

“Whatever.” I say, irritated. I give her the water and I head back to bed.

I couldn’t wait until she wasn’t pregnant anymore. Two weeks. Two more weeks and she’s ready to pop! Well, two weeks turned into three and she was now overdue. They’ve decided to induce her. She has to check in at ten o’clock in the evening. I bet she’s nervous. Hell, I’m nervous. I’m just excited I get to miss school tomorrow. Nine thirty came sooner than any of us were ready for and my mom, my ex-step mom, my sister and I headed for the hospital.

“That wasn’t that bad.”

And I think to myself, “No shit, you said that after the last hundred shots you’ve gotten.”

The waiting process was pretty boring for us all. The first thing they did was broke her water and she thought she’d peed on herself. I was the only person to laugh out loud when she said this and everyone in the room just sort of looked at me. Then they gave her something to help her sleep. Lucky bitch. This wooden chair isn’t exactly the most comfortable. I wonder if my sister will scoot over, if I asked her nicely. Oh never mind, her bed is probably all wet from her pee-water. We’ve been here all night and she’s no where close to having the baby.

I stare at the TV, where the sound is turned off and I try to guess what the hell they’re saying. This is fun. I’m lying. This is extremely boring, but this damn rocking chair isn’t exactly allowing me to get any sleep… so watching this black and white television show will have to do. I looked for the remote for all of twenty seconds, until I got tired of that as well.

“Good morning” the nurse says.

Assuming she’s speaking to me I say “Good morning” in return. She wakes my sister, only to tell us she’s a measly three centimeters dilated. We still have seven centimeters to go; we’re going to be here all day! My sister managers to fall back asleep, after fighting the doctors through the epidural. My ex-step mom and I decide to go down to the cafeteria and see if there is anything good to eat. The answer of course, was no, but at least I was able to get some orange juice. Concentrate, but I wasn’t picky, just thirsty.

We return to the room to hear my sister complaining about stomach pains. Having already been given her epidural, which numbs you completely, there is no reason for her to be in pain. She later corrects herself and describes the pain as pressure. Having her dilation measured only an hour ago; at three centimeters… this couldn’t be pressure. You only feel pressure at ten centimeters and when the pushing soon begins.

“I dilated really fast, when I was pregnant with her.” My mom says to the doctor.

So the doctor checks my sister, for kicks and what do you know, she’s ten centimeters and this baby was ready to come out. About fifty three nurses filled the room and everyone began to prep for the delivery. My stomach began to turn in knots. I felt as if I was going to vomit and I’m pretty sure I’m sweating pretty heavily, but maybe no one will notice. Who am I kidding? Who in their right mind cares how much I’m sweating at a time like this. Now, everyone as a job; even me. I was given the responsibility of the left leg. I was to hold it, while she was pushing. Simple enough. I would definitely be the best leg holder I could be. Or so I thought. After the second push, I needed a seat and I had decided I was never having children. I’ll adopt. Adopting is safe and I will never have a head hanging from my vagina. Yes, adoption is the way to go. One from China, one from Africa, one from Latin America, this will be grand.

Damn, that’s a big baby. Wow. I missed it. I was day dreaming about babies and I missed all the good stuff. It’s probably better that way, I’m sure I would have vomited. She’s not crying… that’s odd, in most movies the babies are crying. They immediately take her to the other side, wash her down and wrap her up and then we hear it. The most perfect cry I’d ever heard. I lied. I am having children; tons of them. I can’t believe that two people could produce something so precious. Kyla Simone McMath; born November 8th 2004. She was beautiful, she was perfect and she is now the reason my sun shines so bright on a Sunday mornings and I can’t imagine my life without her.

Knocked Up! - Draft 2

After spending the weekend at Sarah’s, her dad decides to take me home before it got too late. I walk through my front door and am greeted by my oh-so-friendly sister, who doesn’t even manage to look up. She’s eating Wendy’s. I’m going to assume it’s a double stack with cheese, no onions, a medium fry and a coke. We always got the same thing. How boring.

“Hey” I say, as I take a seat next to her.

“Hey” she says in return. She spent the weekend with my mom, sucks for her.

“How was your weekend?”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Nuh uh! Shut up.”

“I am.”

“How do you know?”

“We went to the doctor’s.”

Only sixteen years old, it had been instilled into my head that premarital sex was the devil. And now my sister, only a year and a half older than myself, was pregnant and at seventeen. Although I knew she was having sex, it couldn’t have been more than three or four times. I remember when she first told me she had lost her virginity. I was so shocked, because it seems to be that I was home while it happened. My sophomore mentality thought nothing of it, other than the fact that it was gross.

“How was it?” I asked.

“It hurt.”

“It wasn’t good?”

“Not really. I almost cried.”

“Are you excited?” I ask.

“What else can I be?” she responds.

“Well I’m excited. I’m going to be the BEST aunt ever!” I lied. I wasn’t excited. I was scared shitless. But again, I was playing it calm. And the excited soon came.

“Shut up, you dork.”

“I love you too.”

“Ugh. I’m so tired.” She says to my dad. “My feet hurt.”

Being the good little daughter that I am, I am quietly doing the dishes; as I am suppose to be doing. She has a seat on the couch and my dad says,

“Hey Nicole, can you sweep for Tarelsha today?”

“Ugh. I have homework to do!!” I respond.

“It’ll only take you two seconds”

“Then why can’t she do it?”

“Did you move the mats in the bathroom?” my dad asks.

What the fuck. We never move the mats. This is lame. Five more months. Only five more months. And naturally, this is the slowest five months imaginable.

It’s a new day and it started off great. All A’s and a B, I can’t complain. Today is a good day. Oh who am I kidding? It’s never a good day anymore. I get home and immediately call my dad.

“This is Freddie.”

“Hey daddy, I got my report card today.”

“Can you hold on a second?” he says. About one hundred and twenty seconds later he turns only to say “Hey, I’m going to have to call you back, its Tarelsha’s doctor.”

I wait. And wait. No sooner than thirty minutes later the phone rings. I never pick up until the second ring, because I like to wait until it registers on the caller-id. Yay! It’s him.

“Hey”

“Hey Nicole, let me speak to Tee.” He says.

Ha. Of course. Silly me, I thought he was actually calling back to see how I’d done. That quarter my brother got three F’s, two C’s and a B; and my dad will never know. He’s never simply, not cared. I’m being selfish. Again, I don’t care. This isn’t fair. I’m the good one, remember? The one that goes to all of her classes. The one that isn’t having sex… the one that doesn’t sneak out. But no one cares.

I hate being woken up in the middle of the night. Why is my sister crying? Ugh. I get up to see where shes at,

“What’s wrong?” I say.

“I have another Charlie Horse” she manages to get out.

“Aren’t you supposed to walk it off? I’ll go get you some water.”

“I can’t walk.”

“That wasn’t that bad.”

And I think to myself, “No shit, you said that after the last hundred shots you’ve gotten.”

The waiting process was pretty boring for us all. The first thing they did was broke her water and she thought she’d peed on herself. I was the only person to laugh out loud when she said this and everyone in the room just sort of looked at me. Then they gave her something to help her sleep. Lucky bitch. This wooden chair isn’t exactly the most comfortable. I wonder if my sister will scoot over, if I asked her nicely. Oh never mind, her bed is probably all wet from her pee-water. We’d been here all night and she’s no where close to having the baby.

I stare at the TV, where the sound is turned off and I try to guess what the hell they’re saying. This is fun. I’m lying. This is extremely boring, but this damn rocking chair isn’t exactly allowing me to get any sleep… so watching this black and white television show will have to do. I looked for the remote for all of twenty seconds, until I got tired of that as well.

“Good morning” the nurse says.

Assuming she’s speaking to me I say “Good morning” in return. She wakes my sister, only to tell us she’s a measly three centimeters dilated. We still have seven centimeters to go; we’re going to be here all day! My sister manages to fall back asleep, after getting her epidural. My ex-step mom and I decide to go down to the cafeteria and see if there is anything good to eat. The answer of course, was no, but at least I was able to get some orange juice. Concentrate, but I wasn’t picky, just thirsty.

We return to the room to hear my sister complaining about stomach pains. Having already been given her epidural, there is no reason for her to be in pain. She later corrects herself and describes the pain as pressure. An epidural relaxes the pelvic muscles and the nerves are bathed in the local anesthetic medication which causes insensitivity to pain. You will still feel the pressure of the contractions and the urge to push. (Bovo) Having her dilation measured only an hour ago; at three centimeters… this couldn’t be pressure. You only feel pressure at ten centimeters and when the pushing soon begins.

“I dilated really fast at the end, when I was pregnant with her.” My mom says to the doctor.

So the doctor checks my sister, for kicks and what do you know, she’s ten centimeters and this baby was ready to come out. About fifty three hundred nurses filled the room and everyone began to prep for the delivery. I was hoping they all weren’t going to stay, because the room definitely big enough for us all… but I didn’t get so lucky. They stayed. My stomach began to turn in knots. I felt as if I was going to vomit and I’m pretty sure I’m sweating pretty heavily, but maybe no one will notice. Who am I kidding? Who in their right mind cares how much I’m sweating at a time like this. Now, everyone has a job; even me. I was given the responsibility of the left leg. I was to hold it, while she was pushing. Simple enough. I would definitely be the best leg holder I could be. Or so I thought. After the second push, I needed a seat and I had decided I was never having children. I’ll adopt. Adopting is safe and I will never have a head hanging from my vagina. Yes, adoption is the way to go. One from China, one from Africa, one from Latin America, this will be grand.

Damn, that’s a big baby. Wow. I missed it. I was day dreaming about babies and I missed all the good stuff. It’s probably better that way, I’m sure I would have vomited. She’s not crying… that’s odd, in most movies the babies are crying. They immediately take her to the other side, wash her down and wrap her up and then we hear it. The most perfect cry I’d ever heard. I lied. I am having children; tons of them. I can’t believe that two people could produce something so precious. Kyla Simone McMath; born November 8th 2004. She was beautiful, she was perfect and she is now the reason my sun shines so bright on a Sunday morning and I couldn’t imagine my life without her.

Works Cited

Alford, Sue. Adolescent Pregnancy and Childbearing. Advocates for Youth. Washington, D.C: Transitions, 2003. 1. 07 Nov. 2006http://www.advocatesforyouth.org/publications/transitions/transitions1502.pdf

Bovo, Mj. "Epidural Anesthesia." 1997. 07 Nov. 2006http://www.mjbovo.com/Epidural.htm.

Curtis, Glade B., and Judith Schuler. Your Pregnancy After 30. Fisher Books, 1996.

Coping with Common Discomforts of Pregnancy. 07 Nov. 2006http://www.babybag.com/articles/fisher.htm.

Gardner, Tawana S. Telephone interview. 06 Nov. 2006.

White, Tarelsha L. Telephone interview. 06 Nov. 2006.