Sep 09, 2009 12:43
So yesterday I took two pregnancy tests. Both of them came back positive.
I feel like I've been clubbed over the head with a blunt object.
But I am deliriously happy, and ridiculously terrified. Being pregnant is a whole new ball game. And it's something that I've wanted for so long that I can't believe it's actually really happening to me.
I'm, of course, super terrified that something will go wrong. It's still really early. Blah blah blah. But for right now, right this instant, I have a baby growing in me, and that's pretty flippin awesome.
Fast forward to the dilema of telling my mother. If I tell her before she comes down to visit, I'm pretty sure she will pack everything she owns and won't leave. Ever. And when I do tell her...Basically my life is no longer going to be up to me because she is so excited "for having the experience of being a grammy". No joke, that's how she's reasoning moving down here. She's going to leave every life line and support network in NY that she has in place and move to the South where we are her ONLY lifeline and connection. Ugh. I just don't know what to do about that one.