Bex Mack: Story of Bexs life!

Shopping day

Mornings have been more difficult.
I have to get up earlier now.
I still have morning sickness, but it's not as bad as it used to be. Sometimes I'll just get a really bad stomachache for a few without throwing up. But since I am my mothers child, morning sickness lasts longer then it should.
The reason why I have to wake up early is because I have to put on makeup and fix my hair.
I used to not care as much about makeup and how much I put on, but lately it's been getting to me.
I now find a bald spot in the front... thanks baby.
And not only that, but I'm actually starting to get pimples and acne on my face... once again, thanks baby!
So now I have to put on more makeup than I used to.
But I do have to be thankful in some ways because it's not that bad and the bald spot is in a good place to where I can actually cover it up with my hair.
After I did all that stuff, I went to go get my outfit.
But something happened.
My clothes no longer fit.
They were getting a little snug, but not to the point where they didn't fit.
I found a few outfits that were a size bigger and tried them on, but those were stuff that were meant to be snug, fitted shirts, so no to that.
Finally after 15 minuets passed by I found an outfit.
It's not an outfit you would see me in.
It's a plain dark green kinda dressy tee-shirt.
Then for the pants, I found a pair of black leggings.
I didn't really like this outfit a whole lot because it brings out the 'The nice teen who gets good grades and is a teachers pet Bex'
My style is the more 'rebelish wanna be the cool fun/funny friend with a motorcycle Bex'
I mean that is how everyone knows me.
I went down stairs to grab a small breakfast, but before I did my dad stopped me.
Dad: "Wow Bex!! You look nice! Almost didn't notice you!"
"Thanks Dad." I said in a kinda snippy voice
Dad: "someone's grumpy."
"How am I supposed to be happy when my clothes don't fit me!"
Dad: "oh, it's that time. Talk to mom not me!"
"Wow! Thanks Dad! Great advice!"
Dad: " God don't need to be so snippy."
I rolled my eyes.
Before I went to go grab food, I went to go put my shoes on.
"Ughhhhh can this day get any worse!" I said out loud.
Dad: "Whats the problem now?"
"My shoes! They don't fit!! What am I supposed to do!"
At this point I started to feel even more insecure about myself.
I never felt bad about my body weight or anything else.
It's hard for me to even gain weight, well obviously now it's easier.
My feet are already swollen and bigger.
Literally, how can this happen in all one night?!
Dad: "Where your moms shoes"
"Doesn't she wear a size smaller than me?"
Dad: "Haha nope. You see, your mom comes from a family with big feet!"
He said that right as she walked down.
Mom: "Ham! *gently play hits him*"
Dad: "Well it's true! It makes you unique!"
Mom: "Thanks hun. What's going on?"
Dad: "Your daughter needs some new clothes and shoes! Shopping trip!!" He said in his joking voice.
"Can you please stop."
Mom: "sorry to say, but I agree with Bex. Stop the lame joking ham."
Dad: "Aw come on! My jokes aren't lame!"
Mom: "You're Literally the only one in this house, universe, who finds what you say is funny. That's pretty sad."
I giggled.
Mom: "You can use my gym shoes, I promise they don't stink. After school we can go to the mall or something and get a few things."
"I would rather not. I don't wanna be seen in the store."
Mom: "Ok, then I'll pick out your outfits, and you can't complain."
She does not know my style.
"Fine. But we are making it quick."
I grabbed my moms shoes and put them on then headed out to school.
When I walked in school no one knew who I was at first, and then when they found out, their eyes lighten up like I was a new kid from a different country or something.
I was very grumpy today and didn't want to really talk to anyone.
Katelyn tried to talk to me but I gave her lame answers and kept it short.
Melody came up to me but I quickly got up and walked away.
Right after I did I felt bad and wanted to turn back but instead I kept walking to my next class.
School finally ended and I rushed to the car.
Mom: "Hey. You seem 'happy'.... How was school?"
"Great!" I said in a sarcastic voice.
Mom: "ugh. Bex....*pauses* *sighs* Is everything okay?"
"Yeah. Everything is perfect." I said again in a sarcastic tone.
Mom: "Bex, can you just please talk to me?"
"I just had a rough day. Okay?"
Mom: "okay. Fine."
We finally arrived to the store.
I didn't want to get out, but I also didn't want my mom picking out my outfits.
I sat in the car as long as possible thinking that I would somehow turn invisible and we would just go home.
Mom: "Bex, come on, get out. The longer you stall time, the longer it will take us."
She was right.
I got out.
I looked down at my baby bump.
I was only 41/2 months along, so I didn't show too much. Maybe no one will see my bump and think it's my mom who's picking out clothes.
When I walked into the store, I already wanted to leave.
There was a few moms already there, some with what seems to be their sibling or friend, and then one of them had a toddler.
Mom: "Bex, let me help out just a little. You can start to look at shirts you want. I at least know what you like in pants. Okay?"
"Yeah sure."
I wasn't paying too much attention to what she was saying, but apparently I knew.
Without knowing, I walked in over to where the shirts were and started to look through some, but mostly paying attention and making sure none of the other 'soon to be moms' saw me.
After a while, I finally found decent shirts.
I only grabbed a few just because I couldn't really find anything else.
My mom told me that maybe we can see if we can find more online or something.
Before we checked out I looked at the pants she picked out for me to make sure I would wear them.
She actually did a pretty good job.
She told me that she can check out because she knew I wouldn't want to, and she probably doesn't want anyone knowing I'm pregnant and I'm a teen.
There was one mom ahead of us, the one with the toddler.
I was getting real antsy and was hoping she was almost done.
As we were waiting, the little boy who was about three, looked at me and started to stare at me.
Probably saw my hair since he was looking almost above me.
He saw me staring at him, and now it turned into a staring contest.
I don't know why I was staring at a three year old, but it just happened.
Then he looked at my stomach, then his moms who seemed to be a few months ahead of me, then back to mine, making the connection that I was too pregnant like his mom.
I was afraid he was gonna shout something like
"Mommy! Look! She's having a baby like you!!"
So I panicked.
I started him down by giving him the evil eye.
Once he saw, his arms went up to his shoulders and he slouched a little, and went in front of his mom hiding from me.
After that, I realized what I did and felt so bad.
I felt really bad.
Toddlers mom: "Hunny, *rubs his head* I'm trying to check out! Mama is almost done sweetheart." *tries to move him out of her legs*
Toddler: *in a winey  voice* "Mommmyyyy nooooo."
Yep, definitely felt bad.
She finally checked out, grabbed her bags and started to walk out pulling her son behind her.
He started to stare at me again making sure I wasn't gonna go after him.
This time I smiled and waved and said "bye" in a very calm quite voice.
He then quickly gained back my trust and smiled and giggled and waved back.
I still feel bad that I scared a three year old, but I'm glad I gained back his trust.
For some reason, he made me super happy.
His cute little wave and giggle, and his puppy eyes made me start to think of my own child.
Soon I would have a toddler.
I got really happy thinking about that.
My mom checked out and we left the store.
"Thank you mom." I said.
Mom: "oh. Um, your welcome"
I know sometimes I could be a little difficult with my mom. But I still love her.
I felt better and happier with myself and less scared and cared less about what people would think of me.
I'm glad that feeling is gone and I hope it will be forever.