A pretty young, hardworking and fun-loving lady.......this best described me way back then, but not anymore, at least or does it? lol
I met my Cee, in line of duty. He was such a gentleman even though my friends thought he was a jerk but not me. I saw no fault. Unknown to me he was in the a terrible relationship and i was his excuse to break free. For four years , we dated.
He had everything perfectly under control. I trusted and loved him He explained everything to me about the other relationship and i was okay with it.
I was on the pills , that means, school and work was progressing perfectly and romance was blissful until i realised i was pregnancy! All hell broke loose! My dashing prince was as ugly in all ramification of the word. he was nasty, called me names and just adviced that i go do what my other mated did in my situation......have an abortion!
I couldnt bring myself to do it. As bad as it was that my faith didnt allow it, i had nightmares. Everynight, was a different story. I ran away from my apartment and went to live with a girlfriend for the first 3 months. It wasn't funny, there were nights i stayed up till 4am just beacuse i was hearing babies crying. I couldnt bring myself to tell anyone but my girlfriend Liz. She understood me.
The early signs of pregnancy made waking up early for work, a different story entirely. I wasnt meeting up with my job. My boss noticed and double my targets and it was a death wish. He called it "punishment" for me, for getting pregnant outside wedlock! I had to get to the office by 7am and wont close until 9pm everyday! I got home somedays by 11pm ( if the traffic is not so bad). The office officially opens by 8am and closes by 5pm. I had to be leaving the house by 5:30am daily , so that i could beat early morning traffic. By the 4th month, i fell sick, i had threathen abortion! i was admitted for 7days!
Thank God, i was rushed to the hospital on time or else i would have lost my baby. My boss was "caring" indeed. He sent word to me , quoting him ' let the weak say, i am strong" lol, very funny.
I was discharged and the workload was just doubled this time around. Indeed i was being punished from all indication. I needed to keep my mind occupied with positive thoughts , because bills had to be paid and i was officially a single mummy in the making.
The side talks in the office was enough to break any heart but i had to be strong. My once upon a time sweet, charming, Cee, wasnt anywhere to be found, not even when I called his phone number! I closed his page a long time ago and moved on.
By the 6th month, i was rushed again into the hospital for another round of threaten abortion! I cant afford to loose this baby. ( I was glad, the GP that attended to me was such a nice man. He was the one that delievered my Princess at the end of the day). I was there for another 7days!
A few friends stood by me and my 2 fairy godmothers. My siblings , a wonderful bunch!
At the end of the 9th month, and a whole world of experience, my PRINCESS was born ! Grateful for life and the experience thus far, but i am happy i passed through it.