I still remember the day so vividly. I was two days late for my period... No big deal, right? Except, I just had a feeling I wasn't just late. I told my boyfriend and we went to the store and got two pregnancy tests.
I kept telling myself, no... I can't be, it will all be fine, and we'll laugh about it when it comes back as negative.
Test one was positive. I got so worried and convinced myself that it was just a cheap test and it was likely wrong, so an hour later I took the second. Again, positive. My boyfriend was getting excited... Me? I was terrified but had a tiny bit of excitement refusing to show.
I was only 20, my boyfriend was 22. We both still lived with our parents and had only been together around 15 months. We were both the 'babies' of our families and I was just so worried, a million thoughts going through my mind. What will people think? Where will we live? We're still so young!
Still, I refused to believe these tests, the next day we went and bought two more tests. The ones that also show how far along you are… All 5 tests taken, all positive and indicating I was 3 weeks pregnant.
I spent a long while crying, just thinking of living arrangements and what people will say. My boyfriend on the other hand was over the moon! Deep-down, so was I... I had always dreamed of being a Mum and had it not been the fact that we were young and still living with parents, my reaction would have been so much more positive…
After we told our families, they were so excited and supportive. We ended up moving into our own home when I was 6 months pregnant. All that worrying for absolutely nothing! Things all work out in the end.
Our baby boy is now 10 months old, we have our own little home, and everything couldn't have worked out much better.