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Changes in life
I found out I was pregnant the beginning of December, 2012. My boyfriend, Brandon, and I had just officially started dating and we weren’t expecting it at all, but we decided from the beginning that we would be excited for it and hope for the best. Things have moved quickly since then.
I was afraid to tell my parents at first, as I am not married and only twenty years old. I called my sister to ask her what to do. She told me to calm down and relax. I found out later that she had told my dad for me so I wouldn’t have to be the first to tell him. Telling my mom was easier since I had the support of my dad and sister. My mom said she would help in anyway she could.
The weeks went pretty easy after that until an ex called me asking why I was with my boyfriend. When I told him I was pregnant he blew up and said that I would never be a part of his life anymore. I already knew that this would put an end to our friendship, but it still hurt a little. As it turns out, it worked out for the best. Things were a lot smoother for Brandon and I after I stopped talking to my ex. I still hope he finds someone good for him and he treats her like an angel.
After that, work found out from my little sister, Andi, who works with me. She has been a blessing to me this whole time. Work told me not to worry about anything and they would keep me on as long as I wanted and they would hold my position until I could come back to work.
Weeks went on and time flew by unnoticed: first ultrasound, Mom names baby “Jelly Bean”, went on a trip, pick out baby names, morning sickness let up, Brandon stays more often at my house, belly gets bigger, feel flutters of baby, feel baby kick, Brandon feels baby kick - smiles. Mom feels baby kick - cries.
My next ultrasound was more exciting since we got to find out the gender. It’s a girl, Lydia Grace. Andi cries and hits my dad when she finds out. She was so excited to be an aunt.
Being pregnant has become my new normal - I have forgotten what it is like to sleep on my stomach, drive without having to wiggle my way out of the car, have jeans that button, work and not be tired when I come home, or even how to reach a bowl in a cupboard.
Now I am twenty-five weeks and waiting patiently for Lydia to get here. I can’t wait to see her or see my family with her. This is a blessing and I wouldn’t trade anything for it to be different.
