So I found out I was pregnant, the day be for my mom’s birthday, that was rather scary.

Honestly, I cried and cried for hours and my boyfriend tried to help but there was no one who could have stopped me. I wasn’t so much unhappy about the baby cause how can you be unhappy with a baby but I was scared. I had been sick for a long time and was not supposed to get pregnant at all or it could kill me, and I had no job and my boyfriend was a contractor, which is inconsistent at best. We were in no financial or physical state to be having a baby and honestly, I think I was more afraid to tell my mom than anything else (she was less than fond of my boyfriend to start with). But that night, I went home to tell her and lost my nerve. I decided to wait a few days. I had found out on a Wednesday and told her Monday morning, so as I said a few days, but she took it better than I could have hoped. She cried, which was hard to take, but after a few minutes, things calmed down and we just started making plans and figuring out how we could do this.

A few days later, I went to a clinic to get checked out and get a pregnancy confirmation for my medicade application and they definitely gave me the confirmation. They took me in for a ultrasound and informed me there were two.

Honestly, I was terrified and confused and shocked and in truth, slightly in non belief. So I kept asking if she was sure but she was. So now, on top of being scared of how I was going to handle carrying one baby and supporting it, I had to worry about two.

But my family is very supportive as well as the Dad and his family. So no, I still have no clue how I am going to do this whole thing, but I am sure I will get through this thing and it’ll just have a way of working out.