by Chrystina Trulove-Reyes

Created on: January 21, 2009   Last Updated: August 15, 2010

Everyone has their own experiences to tell and while some may be similar, they are all different. The mother-to-be will always question, at one point or another, if she is ready.

I had never had a regular period. This time was no different. However, I felt that something was off with me, physically. At first, I thought I was sick. I waited for the feeling to go away, but it did not. When it finally dawned on me what it could be, I had already seen how my mom would react.

About a week earlier, my brother's girlfriend announced she was pregnant. My mom looked torn between passing out and ripping the girl to shreds. No one in my family liked the girl. She was a user and a snob and treated all of us with a casual and blatant disregard. Being around her, I always had the feeling that she felt that all of us were supposed to worship her, do everything for her and never bother her. Not a good feeling, let me tell you.

My mom was not happy for several reasons. First, she was not ready to be a grandmother. She still wanted to be a mom and enjoy that experience. Second, she did not think the girlfriend deserved a baby. I am not talking about my brother's baby. I am talking about forever never. I am not meaning to sound like an arrogant person, but this girl was pretty much an epitome of evil, if not closely related. No one believed that she could handle having a baby later; we would find out that we were right.

So, I knew how my mom was feeling already. Her son was due to have a child and now her own flesh and blood had the same story. How was I going to break it to her? First, I needed to have proof. Unlike my brother's girlfriend, I needed a positive result in hand before crowing. Then I needed a battle plan.

I walked clear across town, alone. Who knew where the father was, I found out later that he was not working at that time. He had been fired about a week earlier, so I have no clue where he went. Alone, I filled out paper work with a trembling hand. My fears clutching my throat and me reverently praying that I was not pregnant.

I was led to a small room where I made some stupid jokes, trying to alleviate my fear. The doctor apparently caught on that I was unnaturally tense. When he returned with the results he sat down and was quiet for a very long time. I thought I was going to have a heart failure when he finally did speak.

"I don't know how to tell you this." He started slowly, his voice sounding tired and deep. "I'm not sure how you will take it."

"I'm pregnant." I

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