When school started back in August, I had to transfer to a program for unwed moms. We were a sight to see, all of us teenage moms waddling around with our big bellies. Since we’d only go three days a week, it wasn’t bad. Being pregnant and having a life growing inside was a wonderful, challenging experience.
On the road to Mommyhood, I’d gained a feeling of freshness as my body went through the hormonal changes. I’d put on plenty of weight—from 105, I packed on around 45 more pounds.
Every now and then, my back ached something awful. And going from an A to a C cup, my breasts had gotten more sensitive, especially around the nipples. Although my breasts didn’t hurt, they just felt kind of jiggly, like there was liquid inside ’em. I felt a stretching sensation around my abdomen, and at times there was a twitch of pain. I had even swollen up around the ankles and fingers; my face was bloated like a basketball. One good thing was that I hadn’t experienced morning sickness like some of the others, whose unsettled stomachs kept them from coming to class.
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