The Pregnancy

I took a pregnancy test at just 4 weeks pregnant to find out I was pregnant. I wanted what was best for my baby and I was scared for it. At 21 years old, you’re still figuring life out yourself. I was nervous to share the news with my family, that their “baby” and little sister was pregnant. The excitement and joy you should feel when sharing such a blessing, wasn’t there for me. I went to a fertility clinic at 6 weeks pregnant, where they confirmed via ultrasound that I was indeed pregnant. I had plans with my family in just two weeks to go to a family friend’s wedding out of town. I was so sick from being pregnant, I thought I would tell my mom I was being seen by a doctor to see why I felt so nauseas. When I gave her a call, she was with my one sister and dad already. I felt my stomach turning in knots as I say, “You’re going to be a grandma”. The silence was unbearable, followed by an “oh, really?”  I was estranged from my other sister then and that was hard. As expected, no one was filled with happiness and excitement. Eventually, my family came around and was supportive of me and the baby. Behind closed doors, I was still getting mental abuse. This time, when confronting him about his messages, I got shoved down. Yes, while pregnant. I was so upset that I sat in my car in the parking lot for hours, just crying. I thought about just leaving for my parents and never coming back, I wish I would have. The scenarios of them giving me the “I told you so” and my pride was unbearable. I then got a call from my mom (that was my sign!) that he called her and started yelling profanity at her. Do you think I listened to that sign? It was there and I just needed to take it! No, I thought about my baby and not knowing or having a father. And I thought he would change after he meets his baby boy. Yepp, we had a beautiful baby boy.