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there’s a first time for everything.” And damn if I’m not right about that. I wonder if she’ll put two and two…
    “Wait a minute.” Yep, there it goes, light bulb-off.
    “I see where this is going. You just want to go and gawk at a certain someone, don’t you? What happened to your “I’m not looking for anyone, a relationship is the last thing I need” attitude? I should have known she’d throw my words back at me.
    “Oh please, this is not a relationship thing. I just want to admire him from a distance, or up close. Whatever.” She laughs and grabs my shoulders.
    “You know I love you.” And I do. She’s always had my back. In middle school some chick wanted to fight me because I was talking to a guy she liked. It was harmless but she thought I was trying to steal him. He wasn’t even hers to steal. Girls can be so petty sometimes. But Meg got in her face and told her to leave me alone or she’d throw a chair at her head. It was crazy. But I always knew she’d back me up no matter what. And that’s why I told her about my pregnancy first. I knew she would be totally supportive, despite the circumstance.
    “I’ve got to get to Chemistry. I have a freakin g test.” We walk together to my class. She has a class across the hall from me. I hug her and she mumbles “good luck”.
    I think I flunked it.
    “Hey mom, can we go to the book store this weekend? I want to buy “What to Expect When You’re Expecting”. She smiles at me as we put away the dishes.
    “Absolutely. Are you ready for your appointment next week? You’ll get to see a sonogram of the baby.” I sit down at the table and hug my shoulders. It’s still a bit surreal, the whole thing. But I’ve been finding myself singing to my tummy when I don’t even realize it. This would be a good time to write. I head up stairs and grab my journal from my desk drawer and plop on my bed…
     
    Dear Journal,
    Today I had a test in chemistry. I think it went well. But my mind was nowhere near where it should have been. Instead I was thinking about this really hot guy I met in the hall. He had dark hair and greenish eyes with a sexy smile. Oh and he winked at me. Can you believe that? I can’t even do that. It’s not fair. But he looked like an angel . He happens to be the principle’s son. Crazy, I know. I think my hormones are raging and I am having a hard time controlling them. I’m going to buy that pregnancy book that everyone talks about. I need to educate myself. I know nothing about my body during pregnancy. Wait-dammit! I just remembered what I wanted to ask the doctor. My nightmares. Okay well, I wrote it down, there. I have my next appointment a week from today. I’ll get to see my baby. I have mixed feelings about it. Well, until next time.
    Gracie
    I set my pen down and close my journal. This was the best idea I’ve had. Each time I write down my feelings, I feel a little lighter. Why did I stop? I used to write in a diary when I was seven or eight. Those pages were covered front to back. I smile to myself. Maybe this pregnancy is not such a bad thing after all. Well, except the fact that I can’t keep anything down so I don’t eat, and as tired as I am, I can’t sleep most nights. Oh yeah and there’s mood swings and emotional spells. But other than that…ha!
    “Gracie?” I hear my brother call my name. He’s standing in the doorway.
    “Hey buddy.” I hold my arms out to him and he gladly walks into them. I rub his back while his arms are wrapped tight around me.
    “Are you okay Ty?” I ask rubbing his cheek.
    “Yeah, want to play the play station with me?” He pulls back to look at me. I smile and tap my pointer finger on his nose.
    “I’ve got one better. Let’s go play ball in the back yard.” His face lights up. I love when he’s happy like this. He’s on a baseball team and he’s really good. If he keeps at it, he’s going to blow everyone away.
    We grab our gear and head out to the back yard.