Parks Shave Ease

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I was on the bathroom floor, curled into a ball and cry my eyes. The pain was excruciating, but it was not the only reason I was crying. I knew I had a miscarriage. I felt around my cell phone in the right pocket of my shorts basketball dirty I left lying on the ground. A decrease in cough, my lip balm, and finally my phone. I held the number two keys and started to call my friend in Arizona. I knew there was nothing to do about it. I mean he was 300 miles, but I desperately need to talk to him. He rang and it rang for what seemed an eternity. Expected me to hear the voice, but then I heard a noise and a few seconds later, a single, "Hold on". I waited. I waited a little longer.
My right hand was on the phone and I had the other pressure against my abdomen. It seemed to relieve the pain a little. It was as if I had extremely painful menstrual cramps, times two. My whole body was tense, and I could not loosen up, even if I wanted. Here I flung half a groan, but stopped myself for fear that someone might hear me. Too late. Right now, I heard a knock at the door.
"Coral, are you okay? You've been taking a shower for an hour."
Trying to look like myself happy, I laughed and said: "Yeah, I agree. I'm just shaving, but I'll think a little."
I could not let anyone know what happened. Speakers to fifteen years is just not cool.
"Ooookaaay, said she does not sound too convinced. I saw his tracks, leaving the gate.
The pain begins to subside, so I sat against the tub. I looked at the phone to see how long I had been waiting. 02:14. I thought, "Hmmm. Valentine's Day 2 / 14. What a coincidence. I wonder what I should do. I think he said something about his cologne to miss ".
Right now I'm back to reality and was ashamed of myself. I was positive that I had lost my baby and there I was thinking of a stupid holiday. I had not taken a pregnancy test or anything, but three months without a period is enough evidence for me. I was actually getting excited about having a baby. My boyfriend had already started thinking about names for both girls and boys, even if he really wanted a son. He spoke of his dreams, which included all the pregnant women buy clothes to play with our baby in the park.
I suddenly felt so guilty, as if it was my fault I lost my child. I heard that pregnant women can not take a hot shower, because it can "cook" the baby. I was also very stressed because of school, still the baby. I started thinking of all possible reasons, and each has been, somehow, it's my fault. I was angry against myself for something I really had no control.
I heard a noise on the phone again and while the same familiar voice, "Sorry baby, I'm at work and the boss talked to me. What happened?"
"Oh nothing, I just wanted to tell you that I have loved you."
"Babe what's wrong?" Looks like you've been crying. All right? "
I hesitated a moment. Should I tell him?
"No, I'm fine, I'm just sick. Well call me when you go out, I miss you, I sent him a kiss and hung up.
I could not tell him the phone. It should be in person. I quickly text to stop near my house, after he got off work so I can talk to him.
I wrapped the towel around my body, my clothes together and rushed into my room so nobody would see my red nose and swollen eyes. My head was throbbing and I was just really sleepy, so I put the alarm on my phone at 6:30 pm, put on my PJ and derivative.