Pregnant With Yours (BoyxBoy)

Tough Mood Swings

Chapter 3: Mood Swings

December 06, 2023

X A N D E R

Almost three weeks into my pregnancy and they were filled with morning sickness, but with the lovely help of my medication, it turned out to be just fine. Being pregnant had made me think of all the women who can do all this. The women that can take all the vomiting, random mood swings, frequent peeing, frequent peeing! I had peed at least five (5) times a day and if I were to exaggerate, then probably a hundred times a day. Even, cramping, they are the worst. I would rather have random mood swings than to cramp a lot.

Today is rather early, I usually sleep in until at least 8 AM because my classes in college start at 9 AM. Honey, it takes a lot of time to look this good. Although, I took two weeks off school to mentally prepare myself of this baby in my life. Anyways, I was taking my beauty sleep until my mother decided to ring my phone a lot. And a lot. And a lot. And a lot, that I had a total of twenty missed calls. How is this possible with it being 7 in the morning?

"Xander, honey, can you follow me shopping?" She asked, as I finally answered the phone. She woke me up at 7 in the freaking morning just to ask this. I need my beauty sleep if I am going to be birthing this child into the world, mom.

"Mom, why would I want to go shopping with you?" I drawled out, "And at this hour, so early?"

My mom sighed, I feel like she just scrunched up her nose, "Because I am your mother and you have to do as I say."

Mom, I am twenty-one-years-old already. I am not a baby anymore.

I breathed in loudly for exaggeration and dramatically let it out, "Well, if I must-ts-tsk, I will be ready in 18-20 minutes max."

"Thank you, honey," went through the line, "I'll be there soon."

As she hung up, I looked at my cell for the exact time, 7:10 am, "Gotta get ready for the day then."

I walked to my full-length mirror (beside my closet door) and put a hand on my belly. A baby bump is shown when I moved to my side, only a few weeks has passed, and I already have a bump.

I wonder when I won't be able to wear my jeans anymore.

After looking at myself in the mirror, I walk towards the bathroom. Taking off my white T-shirt with a unicorn logo (it's also a size XL) and underwear, I took a quick and thorough shower. Once done, I brushed my teeth and later combed my hair.

As I walked out the bathroom with a towel on my waist, I walk towards the closet and looked through all the clothes. Clothes that are hanged or clothes that are left on the ground; probably aren't even washed.

Thinking of the baby, I took a mental note to learn how to wash my clothes on my own. Even, drying and folding.

I bet you all are wondering, "Why is he taking this lightly?" or "Why is he so calm about the situation?" Well, to answer all these questions, I am not. I am nervous, I feel like I am going to explode with emotions one day, but that could be the pregnancy talking. Plus, the fact that I don't want the thought of killing a baby in my head. On the bright side, the baby is a piece of me and he or she is gonna be fabulous just like their... Father or is it mother? Well, it's whatever, if they call me either one, I'll be alright with it.

Finally deciding on what clothes to wear for the day, I chose to wear a T-shirt that says human and some sweat pants. Walking away, I went towards the kitchen in search for food. Opening the refrigerator, all that was found was milk, a half-eaten chocolate bar, pizza, and 2 packs of Yoplait yogurt; one pack is mango and the other is blueberry. Plus, a few fruits; like apples, strawberries, and bananas.