One impulsive, drunken night. A moment I hardly remember. And now—a baby I wasn’t prepared for.
Welcome to 2024.
The question isn’t where do I go from here. That decision was made for me long ago, shaped by my beliefs. No, I’m not against abortion, but I’ve never seen it as a Plan B or a substitute for birth control.
I already have five kids… What’s one more?
I mean, I can do this, right?
But where does this leave me? Where does it leave my relationship?
At 40, I never imagined starting over—especially not in the middle of a geriatric pregnancy. Certainly not as a single mom, raising more kids than I can count on one hand, with a newborn in tow.
I know I’m a good mom. I know this little nugget’s future can still be bright. But let’s be honest—this wasn’t the plan. Not even close. And it’s far from what anyone would call ideal.
So, the question “Now what?” just became a whole lot harder to answer.
Add comment
Comments