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Last week I noticed that I was late for my period. I have been late before so I tried to put it in the back of my mind. But as days past I knew something was not right. Lauren and Matt were up visiting, so I tried not to think about it, but I couldn't get it out of my mind. When they left I spoke with Aimee and she calmed me down, I had been this late before and maybe I was wrong about when I had my last period. There was no way I could be pregnant...right?
When Sunday came and I still didn't get it, I finally got up the courage to purchase a pregnancy test. When Bryan came home from work I explained to him what was going on, but he too assured me that there was little chance I could be pregnant.
The next morning I took the pregnancy test. When I first looked at it I couldn't tell if it was positive, negative or simply inconclusive. I tried to not think about it when I was at work, but I couldn't get it out of my head, so on lunch I again went and bought a pregnancy test, but this time a digital one. When I got to work, I took it.
Pregnant.
I was in shock. This was not supposed to happen. How would Bryan react? Afterall just this past week he had made several comments about getting fixed and how he never wants children. How will my parents react? This is just another thing to add to my list of ways I've disappointed them. Can we afford a child? I barely get by as it is.
When I got home, Bryan's friends arrived for a visit. It helped get it off of my mind for a bit, but I was still in shock. I decided to take another test to confirm. It too had that unbelievable word: Pregnant.
Bryan got home and after saying hello to everyone, I followed him into the bedroom. I laid on the bed and told him there was a problem. I said how I believed I was pregnant. He dropped his shirt and picked it up without a word. He finally asked how late I was and if I had taken a test. When I explained that by now I was nearly two weeks late and that I had taken 2 tests that confirmed it, he sat down next to me and told me we'd get through it and figure it out. I knew he would need to go out with his friends to vent, so he left and I was alone.
I spoke with Lauren and told her the news. She helped me out a lot and made me feel a lot better. When Bryan got back with his friends we spoke until almost 5AM. He was really supportive.
The next day I made an appointment to get it confirmed and to get set up with Medicaid. Bryan seems to not want to believe it until then.
When Sunday came and I still didn't get it, I finally got up the courage to purchase a pregnancy test. When Bryan came home from work I explained to him what was going on, but he too assured me that there was little chance I could be pregnant.
The next morning I took the pregnancy test. When I first looked at it I couldn't tell if it was positive, negative or simply inconclusive. I tried to not think about it when I was at work, but I couldn't get it out of my head, so on lunch I again went and bought a pregnancy test, but this time a digital one. When I got to work, I took it.
Pregnant.
I was in shock. This was not supposed to happen. How would Bryan react? Afterall just this past week he had made several comments about getting fixed and how he never wants children. How will my parents react? This is just another thing to add to my list of ways I've disappointed them. Can we afford a child? I barely get by as it is.
When I got home, Bryan's friends arrived for a visit. It helped get it off of my mind for a bit, but I was still in shock. I decided to take another test to confirm. It too had that unbelievable word: Pregnant.
Bryan got home and after saying hello to everyone, I followed him into the bedroom. I laid on the bed and told him there was a problem. I said how I believed I was pregnant. He dropped his shirt and picked it up without a word. He finally asked how late I was and if I had taken a test. When I explained that by now I was nearly two weeks late and that I had taken 2 tests that confirmed it, he sat down next to me and told me we'd get through it and figure it out. I knew he would need to go out with his friends to vent, so he left and I was alone.
I spoke with Lauren and told her the news. She helped me out a lot and made me feel a lot better. When Bryan got back with his friends we spoke until almost 5AM. He was really supportive.
The next day I made an appointment to get it confirmed and to get set up with Medicaid. Bryan seems to not want to believe it until then.