First Post:
Telesa walked yesterday! She took THREE steps to me! I wish I got it on camera, but when I do I'll post it! It was so exciting, I couldn't believe it. She was just wlaking along the furniture as normal and then just let go and kept going! I'm so proud of her! She also said "cracker" earlier this week, which doesn't surprise me because crackers are one of her favourite foods! This is a short but sweet post as you can tell, I just wanted to share the good news with everyone of Telesas big milestones :)
Second Post:
I need your help (yes, you! the person reading this). We are doing an essay in English and I am writing about the day I found out I was pregnant. My first problem is I can't think of a good title for the life of me, any suggestions? Second, well, something about it just seems missing and it simply doesn't feel complete. If you have any suggestions please share! Have a good metaphor or simile or a better descriptive word than what I'm using? THROW IT AT ME :D I want to know how you guys think I can make it better! (When your reading just keep in mind its still a draft and certainly not the final copy)! I'll post the final copy when its finished :)
No Title (yet)
By Ellie Parton
Symptoms: Nausea (all the time), certain foods made me sick, Aunt Flow stopped visiting, and lastly I had sudden cravings for pickles (among other things, such as cherry pie). Reasons for denial: The biggest was my age (I was sixteen at the time), also I was single and scared, other reasons include (but are not limited to) the fact that I was a “rebellious” teenager who had the invincible-bullet-syndrome (the feeling that you couldn’t be harmed or affected by your actions). Reason for going to get tested: because everyday it was getting harder to ignore what I already knew.
Sitting in the waiting room I could feel my chest compressing into itself. My heart rate wasn’t high but it wasn’t normal as I tried to contain my emotions. I looked around the room unable to focus on anything and that scared me. I tried to read a magazine, but the words went in one ear and out the other so I put it down. My foot was vibrating on the ground at an almost scary speed. I didn’t know where to put my hands, should I put them on my lap or on my stomach? My arms felt so awkward I just wanted to cut them off. When they finally called my name, I held my breath and walked into the doctor’s office.
When I sat down my heart rate was steadily increasing. I took a breath and tried to focus on things in the office. I seen another magazine, so I picked it up and this time I was able to focus more but not in a good way. Everything I seen or read somehow reminded me in one way or another of the exact thing I was trying to distract myself from. It’s funny how our minds do that. I was unprepared for the news that would irrevocably change my life forever.
I didn’t really have to go pee, but the doctor made me, in a tiny cup no less. At the time I didn’t realize it was the first of many, many, (countless) cups I would have to pee in for the next nine months. I placed the cup in the tiny “specimen” door and waited for them to do the test of doom. I couldn’t believe how dumb and irresponsible I had been. “If I had just done this…” or “If I didn’t do that…”‘s were filling my mind. I tried to look on the bright side; maybe I had a life threatening stomach disease.
When the results were official it felt like a small but very real balloon had been popped in my chest. My throat closed up as I tried to talk. I wanted to seem as calm as possible. All of my concentration was focusing on not crying. I just wanted to get out of the doctors office, and crawl in a tiny space and just stay there forever. It all felt surreal to me. My mind was having a hard time grasping what had just happened. At first I couldn’t believe it, it was like a dream. I was thinking about so many things that I didn’t know what to really focus my mind on and that made me dizzy. Walking home it felt like every car that passed by somehow knew and I could feel their judgment pass as they stuck their nose up at yet another pregnant teenager.
**Side Note about the first paragraph: were exploring new writing techniques and one of the ways is in a "list". He challenged us to write a list in our essay if possible, so I thought Id give it a shot. Do you think starting with a list like that adds to my essay or do you think it just sounds stupid?***