Sunday arrives. I still haven’t decided if I’m going to tell my family or not. I just don’t know what to say or how to say it. Well, let me be honest, my younger sister and my younger brother already know. So basically who’s left to tell are my older sister and older brother and my parents. My older brother won’t be there today, and my older sister is easy going and will probably be excited. She loves babies. My parents are my concern. I have no idea what reaction to expect from them. And…

I wake up the next day, and before I’m out of bed, BOOM it hits me just like that. Everything in my mind has changed. This isn’t just a good thing, it’s a great thing. It is a blessing. I want kids. So maybe it didn’t happen the way that I thought it would. It definitely didn’t happen the way I envisioned, but that doesn’t mean it’s anything but great. I say it again to myself It is a blessing!

My brother’s statement from last night plays again in my head, “If you think of it…

I leave the room and sit in the lobby for them to finish my paperwork. While I’m waiting, I send Jason a text saying, “I just wanted to let you know that I’m at Planned Parenthood. They confirm that I am pregnant and due in November.”

He sends a text back saying, “I don’t even know what to say to you.”

Stunned by this reply, I’m at a loss for how to respond. How does he not know what to say to me? Last I knew, it takes two for this result to happen.

He sends a follow-up…

Since his car is at my place, I offer to pick him up so he doesn’t have to take a taxi.

I arrive to get him. He gets in the car and asks again why I’m crying. I hand him the pregnancy test.

He looks at it and says….“Well, you got what you wanted a baby and no guy.”

I reply, “Yeah, that’s every girl’s dream.”

He then says, “If it’s real that is.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You could have used Kool-aid on the stick.”

My mind is reeling in…