I had been living in San Diego for several years when I met John. I was overcoming a tradgedy and he was there for me. After a very special night together I found out I was pregnant. It was not meant to be for John and I. He could not be in a relationship and I could not make him. I give him credit though because he helped me to get out of an abusive relationship with an alcoholic, something I would never have done otherwise.
Well I had an aunt in Michigan and my sister in Massachusetts. I went back and forth about where to go... I had no where else to go. I sure did not want to leave my precious San Diego but I had little choice at the time. I finally decided to move in with my aunt. I finished up my pregnancy emotionally scarred but physically I was good.
I never had any problems with my pregnancy. So easy no pain, except the last week I started to feel a little like okay lets get this going. My hips hurt when I slept on my sides, I felt like I could not breath when I lay on my back, and for obvious reasons I could not sleep on my stomach. Well with 6 weeks to go my water broke...
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