On the flight back, all I could think about was the new life that was growing inside of me.
I am experiencing strange sensations. I never imagined I would become a mother. It was something I expected to happen to me eventually, but not so soon.
I am not sure how I feel about this. Am I suitable to be a mother? Am I capable of caring for a child?
Do I actually want this child? I immediately realized that I truly do. I want this baby and it makes me happy. I am going to be a mom. This is absolutely insane!
William and I created a child, a new life. This is exciting. And I am looking forward to telling him that I am carrying his child.
My nausea twinges, reminding me that pregnancy is a miserable experience. It will be a dreadful long months.
My bodyguards vanished as soon as they deposited me in the private jet. They simply vanished, as if they had not spent one month with me in Romania. So I return to New York alone.
