Wednesday, January 13, 2010

From the Beginning

I have to admit that I never thought I would be pregnant at 22. Of course, I never expected to be married at 22 either. I always imagined I would be closer to 25 and wouldn't have children until around 30. This is just an estimate of what I expected before though. Obviously, life wasn't meant to happen the way that I expected. It rarely ever does.

So, I now find myself 18 weeks pregnant after only being married for about 5 months. It's a crazy concept to wrap my mind around at times. I admit that I was completely freaking out at first. It was Black Friday when I took the test, and then another 2 or so weeks until I was able to schedule an appointment to confirm the pregnancy.

I remember the day it was confirmed so well because it was snowing that morning. I distinctly recall going downstairs for something to eat or drink and looking out the kitchen window. My mouth literally dropped open when I saw it was snowing. You have to understand, I'm a Texas girl. I live in Indiana now and while it was expected that it would snow eventually, I never imagined that would be the first day it would. Somehow, after that moment, I just knew it would be a good day.

I'm not going to lie and say that I was thrilled when we found out. To be honest, I was half-hoping that I had somehow made up the whole thing. This is not to be confused with hoping something drastic had happened if I was pregnant, just that maybe they were symptoms of something else. However, that wasn't how it was supposed to happen. I heard the infamous words 'you're pregnant' before I was handed a bag full of new baby items and papers detailing what you should watch out for in pregnancy and a parenting magazine.

I'll also admit that I had a lot of fears. I've never been a fan of babies. I feel like I should be holding them at arms length in order to not crush them or something. I don't know how to change a diaper or really how to do anything that involves children. The most contact I've had was when I volunteered at the nursery one Sunday at church.

I guess I'll have to see.