I was almost 6 months pregnant when my belly started to get more protruding. During this period, I was still desperately looking for some form of work to supplement my income because I needed to leave the student's house, as my graduation ceremony was approaching. So, I put on a dress to hide my belly, pulled my abs in, put a smile on my face, and went to the shopping mall with a file full of printed curriculum vitae. At that point, Axe was also looking for part-time employment. I dropped off my resume at several stores, was interviewed in a few places, and spent the next few days anxiously awaiting a call. But that call never came.
So, I started to walk the streets in the surrounding neighborhoods where I lived to find a cheap place to rent. As I could not find places to rent directly from the landlord, I decided to look for a real estate agency. A very nice girl attended to me and sympathized with my situation. She took me to visit some options and I was very happy with one of them, in which the bedroom was separate from the kitchen. I worried that the clatter of dishes in the kitchen could wake the baby. Even small, that place was what I needed. Almost everything was ready to rent. The landlord assured me that it was a quiet and safe place because there lived several graduate students who valued silence and concentration. So I told them that it would be great because I was going to have a baby soon and I was really looking for a calm environment.
He hadn't noticed my belly because I had lost 15 pounds and wore a loose shirt due to the heat. From the moment I said that I was pregnant, the landlord's facial expression changed completely. Before confirming anything, he told me that he still needed to review another person who was also interested in that place and that he would contact me the next day. The next day, the real estate lady called me saying that, unfortunately, the landlord had already rented the place to someone else. That was another day of many tears because I was already more than 7 months pregnant and I didn't know where I would live, I did not have a room for my baby, I did not have a crib, I needed to vacate the student house apartment and had nowhere to go. What could I cling to now? Since that time and until today, I keep asking myself how these difficulties of pregnancy could affect the personality of that baby that was generated in my womb.
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