by Amanda Fowler

Created on: July 29, 2009   Last Updated: July 30, 2009

I pretty much did everything backwards, according to my families values. I moved in with my boyfriend at the age of nineteen. We have been together for three years before that. Then, when I was twenty-one, we were engaged. Honestly, the proposal was far from romantic. We were having a conversation about marriage and he asked me if he asked would I marry him. I said probably. Then we went shopping for rings.

We announced to our families that we were engaged. I began to plan a wedding with a very excited mother. Even though her belief was that people should not cohabitate before marriage, all of her children did. I am her youngest child and I would have been her only child to get married before having a baby. My mother told me she would pay for the wedding if I didn't have a baby before I was married. I didn't want a big wedding, but I also didn't want to crush my mother's dream. I agreed. I set a date, and began making the plans. I purchased my wedding gown eleven months before the date.

One night a group of us went out for my fiance's birthday. We had a blast. One day, about a month later, I was on my way to work. I got pretty close and began feeling nauseas. It went away as soon as I got to work. The next day, the same feeling at the same point. I asked myself if I really didn't like my job anymore and it was making sick to my stomach. Then the tiredness came. I was tired all the time. I began going to bed earlier and nothing seemed to work. Now, I never liked seafood to begin with, but when at the grocery store, I literately got sick all over when walking through the seafood section. I was humiliated. I actually went to the family doctor, and he told me I was stressed but he wanted blood test done.

A few days later, I received a phone call at work from my doctor himself. I was afraid because usually he would have a medical assistant call to tell you the results of the blood were fine. The doctor asked me the last time I got my period and I could not answer him. I didn't know. I asked him why and he tells me the blood results came back ok but I was pregnant. I then called my OB/GYN and was able to get an appointment that day.

Sure enough, I was told I was seven weeks pregnant. I couldn't believe it. I got the ultrasound pictures and went to the drug store and picked out cards for my mother, his mother, and him. When my fiance got home, I gave him the congratulations card with one of the pictures of the ultrasound. He

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