On the chilly afternoon of February 17, 2012 I found out I was going to be a mother. Like most girls, I was gossiping about my boyfriend with my best friend when I casually mentioned I was 3 weeks late for the that time of the month you usually pray to get. She gave me the "you're pregnant" talk and I gave her the "shut your mouth" talk. After the compromise of going to Rite Aid to buy a home pregnancy test in exchange for a bag of Reese's, we had an answer. Within seconds there was no mistaking those pink lines... I had performed an immaculate conception. Just kidding, that's the Virgin Mary. After a phone call to my boyfriend, it sunk in that I had no idea where my life was going. One day I think I'm living the life of an unemployed grad: staying out late, going to bars to be, ahem, social, and living the life of any normal 22 year old. The next day I had a lot of things to figure out and a life to plan for myself.
On a side note, with much anticipation, here is my partner in crime, baby's gonna have some FANTASTIC DNA if I may say so
In early March/early April (I forget) we started telling the family. Then I went public with it, put a photo on facebook and the damn thing went viral. It made me feel popular. The buzz has since worn off. I am 16 weeks and 6 days, and at the end of the month I find out if it's a boy or a girl! AKA: is it playing in the NBA or WNBA. So here it is, the little nug. This was a picture form 14 weeks. I can only assume by now it has developed abs and killer pecs...
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