Growing up Together

Chapter 8

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Here is another update. I haven't been posting long chapters but I think that is partly because no one seems too interested. But I do appreciate those who are reading. I'll try to start doing better.
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Chapter eight

10th of August 2015

Four months later:

Now I'm eight months pregnant and I'm almost ready to pop. My stomach is as large as a basketball, probably even a little bigger and moving around has become a real challenge for me.

I waddle when I walk, I find it difficult to get off the couch or my bed, none of my clothes fit, I'm always exhausted and I can't do anything in fear of harming my baby.

Right now being pregnant is so frustrating that I have ripped some of my old tight clothes. And because I can't fit into any of them anymore I am always wearing my dads' clothes now. And even then they are a little tight.

This is all just so bloody horrible!

Right now mom, dad Carry and I are inside the ultrasound clinic where Maria is checking my son to ensure he will have a healthy and smooth delivery next month.

She has been extra kind to me over the past few months, I suppose because she is a single mother as well and she knows exactly what I'm going through.

I had decided I didn't want to know the sex, but something inside me has been screaming since I found out he was inside me that he is a boy. I know it, I'm not sure how but I am trusting my instinct.

"Well, everything looks good and healthy for now. He has rotated enough so he is upside down which I hope means he'll be out without any fuss. It seems he's excited to be coming out." Maria jokes, removing the wand and wiping the gel from my round belly.

Mom seems very pleased by this and hugs her old friend in thanks as Carry and dad help me from the bed.

We thank her for helping and leave the clinic with big smiles.

It only takes fifteen minutes to drive back to the caravan park and somehow I end up falling asleep during that time.

I only wake when I hear my new best friend say my names as he shakes me awake gently.

Chase is a good looking guy that is staying here. He has blond hair, blue eyes, a thin jaw and big lips.

When he had moved here for a while I had wondered if he could be good father material. I was still in my second trimester so all I wanted was sex and commitment. And I nearly came close to asking him out. That is until he told me that he is gay.

I was both upset and relieved when I found out because I knew that even if I wanted to, I could never forget Jared.

It would be impossible, I'm about to have his baby after all.

"Come on sleepyhead, your too heavy for me to carry." He mutters as he helps me to my feet.

Chase is the only person who can insult me and still be my best friend, especially in my sensitive state right now.

If Sarah or Mary ever said anything like that to me I would knock them on their ass in a heartbeat.

I stumble towards my room with Chase taking most of my weight.

My room is filled with boxes of nappies, baby wipes, clothing and baby food. I have most of what I need for my son in the room beside mine as well. I have everything I'll ever need.

Mom and dad moved out of this cabin last week. They said that I should have my own place since I am about to give birth to my baby but I think it's really because they don't want to be woken every night by his crying and screaming.

But I don't mind, I've wanted my own place since I was younger. I'm upset that it had to wait until I was pregnant to get it but at least I can call this place all mine.

To me, this is the perfect place to bring up my baby and I plan to give him everything he deserves, everything besides his father.

And I'll make it up to him until I die.

Alza