A/N It's short. But it explains some of the details. It's also the best place to cut it off. But I'm posting Chap. 3 right after this is posted. This will explain Rachel's reasoning.
Disclaimer: Okay.. I don't own it. I wouldn't live in a town full of holes if I did. It's all in fun.
How does one my size hide something as obvious as a pregnancy? I'm five foot two and never weighed more than 115 pounds in my life. And that was when I fell into the duck pond at the lake wearing a thick jacket. But hiding my pregnancy was the easy part. All it took was some planning and a wardrobe change that took place long before I was showing. I gave up my short skirts for baggy pants and tee shirts. I hated to see the skirts go, but... I was no longer a child. I didn't have the choice to dress the way I wanted any longer.
By the time I was showing, everyone was used to the new clothing and had stopped questioning me about it. Thankfully by the time my stomach started to poke out it was wintertime. That meant coats and sweat shirts could be used to cover everything up.
Morning sickness was never an issue. It always hit in the two hours I gave myself between waking up and going to school. Also, it hit like clockwork and ended exactly when it was supposed to.
With the help of Google, I was able to understand what was going on throughout my pregnancy. If they didn't want someone like me to have the ability to hide a pregnancy, honestly why did they put all that information out there so that I was able to know what was normal and what wasn't? Like I said, it was all way too easy.
Now you're probably asking yourself why I would hide something like this. I ask you, why not? Okay. The truth was, when I first found out what I wanted was to wait until the first trimester was finished. Why should I go and tell anyone, ruin my reputation or stress anyone out if this pregnancy was going to end in a miscarriage? Then when I hit the second trimester, I rationalized not telling anyone by saying to myself that there was no reason to if the child was born at that moment and couldn't make it. Why disappoint my dads? They would be disappointed if they found out, and then after they used to the idea, if the child was born and couldn't survive.
And how did I rationalize the third trimester? It was even easier. By the time I made it that far, and the child's odds of surviving if being born at that time were good... I was just way too embarrassed. I had let the whole thing go too far and telling anyone now would just end up being embarrassing.
I decided to that I could just deliver the baby on my own and drop it off at a hospital. We had Safe Haven laws in Ohio. As long as the child was under so many days, I could drop him or her off at any hospital, fire station or police station and that would be the end of it. I read in my history books that woman used to give birth in a field then go right back to working moments later. If they could do it, then why couldn't I? I would deliver this child, take it too a Safe Haven place and go on with my life and dreams just as planned. If anyone thought anything different, I could use the ambiguous excuse, "I have the flu..." I had only been ill once in my high school career, I was owed some credit.
And that, ladies and gentlemen was how I ended up, in my 4th period American History class trying to breathe through contractions and thinking of an excuse to get out of the building and home as soon as possible.