My baby...my baby, my baby, my baby. We found out we were pregnant in April. We waited months, and went to the OB/GYN, and found out we had a hermaphrodite in Louie's womb. Goddamn...an abomination in God's eyes, and in the public's eyes. Who in the hell wants a baby with both a cock and a vagina!?
We drove home in silence. Louie and I decided to move forward with the baby in the sense that it was genderfluid and started using they/them pronouns when discussing the baby. We put a few polls on our Instagram (thebee823) to pick a baby name. Our options were Quartney, Amethyst, Wilhelmina, Opa Louise, Priscilla, Moonbeam, Shoshanna, Twatianna, Joshua, Leslie, Isaiah, Roger, David Jr., Big Hot Joe, Cecil, and Godfrey. Well, the people spoke, and we narrowed it down to Big Hot Joe, and Twatianna. Over cigarettes and coffee, Louie and I decided the masculine name would be chosen if the cock was the prominent genitals, and the female if the vagina was more prominent.
Then the INCIDENT happened, and my life was in shambles. I was in county jail, Louie was missing, Carlos was dead. As of now, Louie's in a coma, and he could wake up any day now...or not wake up for years. If that's the case, I'll have to single parent, and like I've said, I'm scared. The whole situation is FUCKED, and I'm starting therapy (and alcoholics anonymous, as many of you loudly suggested) to deal with it.
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