Saturday was the day I actually told my parents I was pregnant. My sister had found out a couple days earlier by snooping through my purse and finding the ultrasound pictures. I was going to wait to tell the family on Easter, but decided to just go ahead and do it. I wasnt too worried about what they were going to say, because im already 16 weeks along and theres nothing really they can do about it. I know they love me, and wouldnt not do anything to ruin our relationship.So on Saturday, I called up mom and had her come over to go out to lunch. After we ate lunch, I just told her, “I have something important to tell you.” and she said, “when are you getting married or are you pregnant?” and I dont think she expected me to actually say that I was pregant now, lol. She took it pretty well. I think she is very excited to be a grandma. She called up dad and had him come over to the apartment to have a “family meeting.” My dad was worried about what it could be. He kept trying to get my mom to tell him whats wrong. but she assured him everyone was okay and not hurt, and that we would tell him when he got there. So he arrived to the house and after everyone was situated and seated, I just came out and said, “im pregnant.” and at first he was like… is that it? and then he started crying. its not that he was angry or upset, he was worried that the baby was not healthy. I told him the doctors have said it was and everything. I think he just took it on himself, that HE has to support me and the baby. He feels like its his duty.
My parents are being very supportive and said they would help with everything they can. They even went out and bought me some maternity clothes (which I desperately needed because my jeans were already too small for me). They bought me two pairs of jeans, a pair of black slacks, two plain maternity shirts, two button down shirts, and a bluejean-type shirt that is very stereotypical of pregnant women to wear. and since I had just bought a pair of khaki’s I think im set for clothes for awhile. Oh and its kind of weird, because I think this last week the baby grew sooo much. I think I can feel it moving around, but I’m not quite sure yet. It kind of feels fluttery, like when youre nervous. but my heart isnt racing and I’m not nervous at all. I’m just so happy that everything is out in the open and im not trying to hide it anymore.
Jamie told his brother and sister’s families about it while he was up in boston and new york this last week. All thats left is his mom and dad. I’m trying so hard not to push him into telling, but they really need to know as soon as possible. I’d like to get an idea of what their role, his role, my role, financially, mentally, and physically, as well as how we are gonna live, where we are gonna live and ugh just everything. I need to start planning the arrival of this baby. and I cant do it alone.
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