I've been getting better about actually eating to take care of myself and the baby and I'm getting to a point where I'm starting to wonder why I wasn't willing to eat right before. I mean, I know that as a cheerleader, keeping my figure was very important but was it worth the cost of practically starving myself?
I guess I'm starting to cope with being here, too.
Even if I'm all alone again ever since Puck left. I mean, it's really hard that Puck isn't here to help in case something goes wrong, but maybe I don't need him. I think I was starting to rely on him a little too much. Don't get me wrong, I miss him and it would have been nice for the father of my baby to be here through the whole pregnancy, but it's not necessary.