On May 8, 2012 I walked into my CPR re-certification class and my ears instantly tuned in to one of my classmates talking about having babies. Already having a very strong suspicion that I was pregnant and scared to death to take a pregnancy test, it wasn't a discussion I wanted to hear at 8 in the morning. Still, I preceded to sit down by her and in comes another classmate who was about to pop. I look in front of me, yep another pregnant person. I guess God was trying to tell me something. I sat through CPR class doing compressions and overwhelmed with worry. I was so ready to get out of that class, go home, and crawl back in bed and be stressed with worry some more. After meeting my mom to do some furniture shopping, I headed home. On the way home, I finally talked myself into stopping by the CVS and picking up a pregnancy test. I rushed to my boyfriends apartment but not to take the pregnancy test. I got in bed and feared the results some more. After a while, I finally decided to pee on the stick...waited a few minutes...then my heart dropped, a little blue plus signed appeared. Not convinced, I took the second pregnancy test and of course it was still positive. So, I do what I do best when I am sad, got in bed and bawled my eyes out. Finally, I texted Johnathon that he needed to go get me a different brand pregnancy test but not in our town. Nope, I still wasn't believing it. He had to drive 30 minutes away to get me another pregnancy test. 4 pregnancy test later, the fact that my cycle was 10 days late, and all the other pregnancy symptoms I finally accepted the fact that I was pregnant.
I cried, cried, and cried some more. I am not sure that I even ever wanted kids. I definitely didn't want any this soon. I wanted to graduate school, get married, and spend a few more years with Johnathon before we ever thought of bringing another person into our relationship.
After a tantrum I made Johnathon go tell my mom. I didn't and still don't care what anyone else thinks except my mom. So, he headed out by himself to break the news to her. Thank God I have a great mom. Johnathon jokes a lot, so it took him about ten minutes to convince her that he was being serious and that I was at his apartment and not coming out (this is funny now, I guess I was just going to stay in there and never come out). After, realizing that he was being serious she came to my rescue and reassured me that everything was going to be alright. I didn't buy it at the time but knowing that she didn't hate me made things a tad better.
After I composed myself, Johnathon wanted to go tell his parents and siblings. Of course, they were more than ecstatic. Especially his mom, who did all but cartwheels across the living room floor. Them being excited eased the sadness for a while.
So that is how the day went that changed my life forever. I will never forget that day as long as I live.
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