I want to make it alright
The babydaddy wants the baby even though he has no means to take care of her. The babymama is stuck in the midst of a quagmire in a relationship with a man who has addiction problems and no means to take care of a baby that he is now hell bent on killing a lot of people over if he doesn’t get. This is not to mention he does not support the son he has or the fact that we now have learned there is yet another woman pregnant with his baby.
The babymama’s family all have different sets of interests – a sister who couldn’t have her own who whips god’s words about homosexuality and the devil, children with their own naivete about what having another sibling really means to their mother, a grandmother who wants to try all over again with this baby girl. Sandwiched into this equation are two generations if not more of teenage pregnancy, absentee males, and poverty.
Then there is us – baby mamas – who just cannot understand why there are so many babies out there and yet having a baby seems to be the hardest thing in the world – to us.
But what do we know, it’s a full moon. And today, our birthmother has decided she cannot oppose the birthfather so we are at an impasse and therefore our contract is void, our relationship in a void, and us, well:
It’s crying time again.