Sex

Is the new thing that makes me cry.

When I got back into town, sex was the first thing on the menu, obviously. Little did I know that midway through I would turn over and start to sob. Small sentences like, "I just want it gone" would emerge at intervals.
I know I'm incredibly lucky to have such a supportive boyfriend, but I didn't want to be anywhere near him that night.

It's been better yesterday and today. I no longer cry at the mention of babies. I enjoy sleeping with my boyfriend.
My boobs are getting out of hand. Good thing my abortion is scheduled for Saturday, or I'd have to buy new bras. I'm getting the surgical, have I mentioned that? So if I'm not 6 weeks along already they'll have to push it back.