I turned twenty-two, and so many people turned up for my birthday, I was neatly dressed and excited. I know I just turned twenty-two, but I don't think I'm responsible enough.
Talk about my mom, she is responsible, she looks after me, even though I'm married and past twenty, she always reminds me to do stuff, and sometimes even tells me off, I appreciate it and love her so much.
It was not until the birthday cake was put on the table in front of me, that I realized my love for cakes, I couldn't hold myself from taking a bite. The happy birthday song seemed to last forever. No, I couldn't I just cut a little piece and shoved it into my mouth and smiled at everyone who thought I was weird.
Then it clicked, my period was late, and I might be ...pregnant! But no, I'm not responsible enough, as I said, my mom still takes care of me, she scolds me, now how am I supposed to look after this baby?
The baby's entire life will depend on me, and I don't think I'm ready. I mean we haven't been trying for a baby, and we haven't not been trying for a baby, so um, I'm lost for words.
I stare at my mom, my husband stares at me with a smile. My mom calls me after the song, and after we cut the cake (I of course had to get three more pieces before following my mom), My mom called me inside the house.
Walking past the tables and the decor, from our backyard and into the house, I couldn't stop thinking about it, my husband followed behind me.
"Hey Rosie" he called and held out his hand, I reached his hand and he squeezed it tight, he smiled and told me "good luck!".
That 'good luck' scared me to death, is he serious does he think it's happening and I might need luck, to be honest, I do and I've never needed luck as much as today.
"Here, go and take the test, we will be here waiting for you," my mom told me, while handing me the test, I took it and went into the bathroom.
I put the test on the kitchen table and got changes into my comfortable birthday outfit, this blue dress I was wearing made me feel really hot, and pus I had already taken the pictures.
After I got changed it was time to check for the results, I don't know why I had this strong feeling it would be positive, I couldn't look at it, I was nervous.
I walked towards it in tiny steps, and carefully looked over the table, there were two dark lines, that made me cry.
Orson hugged me, he's always wanted a baby. My mom was crying too and she joined in. It was the happiest and most confusing day of my life.
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My pregnancy journey!
Non-FictionA detailed pregnancy journey of a fictional character called Rosie, in her point of view. You will go through the entire journey with her from joy to pain and back to joy again! Get your seatbelts ready and let's go!