The Long, Hot Summer [RETIRED]

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

(I'm craving drama, so let's see how dramatic I can get...)

2 months later, mid to late January...

"Ok, ok! I'm getting up Bubba," I groggily stated as I awoke. I knew from the sudden urge to pee, paired with Bubba's constant moving in my stomach that it was time to get up. I shifted uncomfortably as I sat up slowly, knowing that if I moved too fast I would not make it to the bathroom, even though it was only a few feet away. That was one of the things of my second trimester that I was definitely not a fan of.

I didn't even bother to see what time it was because I already knew, 6:20. I knew because everyday for the past month like clockwork, Bubba would wake up, making me wake up because he would start seemingly playing with my bladder, making me get up and go to the bathroom. I would then go back to bed thinking I have more time to sleep, only to be awakened by my alarm seconds later. After it happened for a week straight I decided to just stay up because the fifth time it happened I cried that whole morning out of frustration, the sixth morning I was pissed, and the seventh morning I deleted my alarm altogether and accepted that this was my life now and that Bubba was officially calling the shots.

I got up and waddled into the bathroom to take care of my business and start my day. I was in the 24th week of my pregnancy, and these 6 months have been a brand new journey everyday. By now I was getting ready to enter my third trimester, and things were getting a little easier but harder at the same time. The only thing on me that had gotten bigger was my belly, and it was sooo cute, but the drawback of its cuteness was that it looked and felt like I was carrying a bowling ball, that I knew would look and feel like a watermelon before all was said and done. Carrying this extra weight had me extra fatigued lately but I was pushing through it, and by pushing through I meant taking a nap every possible chance I could.

My food cravings weren't as weird and crazy as some of the stories I've heard but mine was definitely costly. My Bubba LOVED Chic-fil-a, I'm sure in this short amount of time I've probably eaten my weight in 8pc nugget meals. I honestly should have seen it coming months ago when it first started, I was just in denial then. I go there so much that the Saturday crew knows me by name. I don't even have to order, they already know what I'm going to get: a double order of the 8pc nuggets. One to eat then and one for the next day since they're closed.

At this point it's a wonder I haven't grown wings and flown away.

I hopped in the shower, deciding not to rush but to take my time this morning since today was my half day, and my first class was really laid back. This winter was rather harsh and I wasn't in any particular rush to get out into it. I wanted to forego school altogether since I had my monthly check up today, but I don't want to let my pregnancy get in the way of my education. I was determined to see it through and get my diploma.

I let the hot water relax and relieve my aching muscles, as well as warm me up and wake me up some more. Once I finished, I got out and dried off, quickening my pace when I heard my phone go off in my room. I wrapped the towel around me before going to grab it, smiling when I saw it was a text from my friend Kelly.

Kels: Mi-chelleeeee! Wanna grab breakfast before class? My treat?

Michelle: Now you know my pregnant self is not about to turn down free food, or any food for that matter. Come down when you're ready? I'll drive since you're paying.

Kels: Works for me! See you in a bit.

I sent a reply before idling my phone and going back in the bathroom to finish getting ready. As you may have suspected, a lot has changed these last two months. One of the biggest changes was that I was no longer living with Bey and Ms. Tina and I was now living alone in an apartment close to school.