Today was one of those days.
I felt like crap.
My clothes don't fit.
Someone actually asked me if I was pregnant. If you don't know me, don't ask me personal questions like that. Just assume that I am fat.
I ate almost noting because I don't want to gain anymore weight.
I hate being diabetic and taking stupid pills every day.
My ex--the kid's father feels obligated to be with me.
My ex--the Korean decides that I should just move to NY and be with him.
My apartment is crowding.
I can't fit my clothes(I said this but this is how upset I am).
I realized that I am not ready and I don't think that I can do this.
I really think that I am showing all of the opposit signs of "glowing skin" and "thick luxurious hair" and it's pissing me off.
And I think I am going to cry again.
In better mood, I was sleeping the other day and I woke up because I felt something like a waterbed wave underneath my hand. It scared me so I called my mom. MY BABY MOVED! I was freaked out but a part of me is relieved. Maybe now I can start getting super excited about being pregnant.