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and then...the gynocologist.
Im just dreading it.
not because this guy is going to be seeing my naked.
or because he'll stick things inside me.
but because of the possibility that he might tell me things i dont want to know.
imagine.
your doing good, looking good, your life isnt all hell.
"Are you having sex?"
"yeah, why?"
"...You're Pregnant."
the last thing i need.
right now i dont care.
i could be, might not be. shouldnt be.
we use protection.
but with my luck...its a considerate chance.
and though i dont care now, telling my mum?
i might just...you know. kill the baby and someone else along with it.
so i suppose I can experience relief afterward, no matter whatthe out come might be.
im not taking benadryl this time though.
Im just dreading it.
not because this guy is going to be seeing my naked.
or because he'll stick things inside me.
but because of the possibility that he might tell me things i dont want to know.
imagine.
your doing good, looking good, your life isnt all hell.
"Are you having sex?"
"yeah, why?"
"...You're Pregnant."
the last thing i need.
right now i dont care.
i could be, might not be. shouldnt be.
we use protection.
but with my luck...its a considerate chance.
and though i dont care now, telling my mum?
i might just...you know. kill the baby and someone else along with it.
so i suppose I can experience relief afterward, no matter whatthe out come might be.
im not taking benadryl this time though.