Only 80 more days... And instead of filled with nerves and happiness I'm filled with fear and hopelessness. The kicks that once put a smile on my face no longer does. I'm not with the father, haven't been for the whole pregnancy and I know he's going to make it so hard for me once the baby is born. I've had thoughts of just giving him the baby... I'd hate how he'd raise it but that's the only way the baby wouldn't be around negativity. I feel like a terrible person for thinking such things but idk what I'm going to do idk if I can handle it. I have no family no one to turn to for help... I just don't know if I can do this. It's a ticking time bomb and I'm not ready for it to go off