First thoughts...

Okay so I don't exactly know what to write yet so I guess I'll start on my eighteenth birthday...January 23rd, 2009. That was the day I found out I was pregnant. I took a test at my Aunt Jess's house with my best friend, Kassi at about one in the afternoon. I had been suspecting I was for quite some time...(even took two tests that turned out negative) but I was kind of doing that "wishful thinking" thing where I was trying to make believe I wasn't. Yeah...didn't work. So I was waiting in the bathroom not looking at the test (I had to wait like three minutes) and then when I decided it was time and looked, my heart just felt like it sank to my feet. I grabbed the test and walked into Jess's kitchen. They looked at me and I started crying! I was so filled with all sorts of emotions I didn't know what to think. It was my eighteenth birthday for fuck's sake. Who wants to find out they're prego on that day? Anyway Jess gave me a huge hug and told me it was going to be okay and I believed her for a bit. Kassi was super excited because we would be pregnant together. Yeah she's weird, I mean I don't know who would wish that upon someone who wasn't planning on having kids... But then we went on the computer and looked at how far I am and the due date and stuff and we figured I was about six weeks along and my due date will be September 20th, 2009.