Flowers

Today I woke up and resting on my chest was another bouquet of forget-me-nots.

Erika says this means we have to keep moving.  This is simple for her to say, as she is not rapidly gaining weight, nor does she have to urinate every ten seconds because a tiny freeloader is growing inside of her.

She tells me it would be in my best interest to have an abortion.  She tells me this at least once a day.  She even offers to perform it herself.

I will not.

I will carry this baby to term.

Whether I will keep her, or whether she will go up for adoption is another thing, but she will be born into this world.  I will have her.  Nothing that monster can do will stop me.

I suppose I should sleep.  I'll need all I can get, so I can wake to a bright, sunny morning of vomiting my guts out once again.