Chapter Twenty-One Fat.
20th November 1964.
I feel so fat. I really do my ankles are swollen and my tiny bump has gotten bigger and morning sickness is horrible. I mean I'm only 2 and half months I'm meant to be like this for 7 and a half more months? It's ridiculous! I leave college and work after Christmas. Thank god. The killer hasn't made another appearance thank god! Hopefully I haven't jinxed it. Our new house is delightful. It's much bigger and it has a proper garden. It's wonderful. Lisa told me Jayne and my baby will have to be best friends. I agree that would be adorable. Tonight me and Johnny are watching "The pumpkin eater" I like it but Johnny doesn't.
"Johnny, do we have any names for our baby?" I ask him.
"We don't even know what'll be yet." He replies.
"Still…"
"Your obsessed!"
"I'm so totally not!"
"Ok, well for a boy I like Oliver and for a girl I like Veronica."
"Oliver it's alright. But Veronica? That's gross!"
"Hey! That's my grandmother's name!"
"Sorry Johnsters."
"Johnsters? That's a odd nickname!"
"ooh! Ooh! For a girl how about Lily?"
"That's pretty."
So it's decided Oliver for a boy.
Lily for a girl.
1st December 1964
I got a letter from Mom today.
Hello Baby.
It's a shame you choose to ruin your life and have a baby so young. But go ahead. It's not my decision I just hope your life is well.
Love from Mom x
I replied.
Hi Mom
I've decided to not go to your wedding. If you do not accept the baby I shall not accept your new husband and his stupid children. I hope your life is well. Don't ever write to me or Lisa again.
From Baby.
I always seem to fall out with her. Today I started Christmas shopping. It's beautiful this time next Christmas I'll have a baby to shop for. It's Jayne's first Christmas. She's 6 months old. She'll be almost 7 months old when Christmas is here. I'm almost 3 months pregnant so I'll almost 4 when Christmas is here. Life is a buzz. A surreal buzz.