I’m sorry, Little One. If I had known ten years ago that I’d become pregnant after all, I would have done more meaningful things with my life. I would have been a Mom for you to be proud of. But I squandered my 20’s and now here I am at the age of 32, not having done even half the things I wanted to do with my life, and there you are in my womb, damn near at 4 months gestation when I thought you’d only be like two going on 3 months. I’m sorry but I don’t know if your daddy and I are up for being parents when we hadn’t even really lived ourselves. This is why I have the appointment set for this Saturday. Please forgive me. I hope to meet you in the Afterlife….
