Telling our Parents

The next few weeks were very scary. We had went back and forth on how we would tell our parents. Something was said about me having a miscarriage, and I really resent that now. Although I cannot blame anyone for ever thinking that having a miscarriage was possible because in any pregnancy it certainly is. I just wish things like that would have never been said and I wouldn't have to think about that now. Anyways, Matt and I talked about the pregnancy constantly and were not ready at all to tell our parents but decided to go ahead with it anyways. These will be played out in five short stories.
                   

                                                                                                                             Kelly & I

I start with going to my dads house to "decorate the tree." It is two weeks before Christmas, we are all sitting around and I am feeling horribly nervous, am I really about to tell my dad that I am pregnant? What will he say? Heck what will I say? Will it come out right... I always jumble things up with I get too nervous. I am waiting for the right time to say something but everyone keeps talking... I look nervously at Matt and he looks at me like dang will you ever get it out? So I decide to do what anyone would do... I blurt out I have to tell y'all something. Everyone turns and stares like what? you have rudely interrupted but at this point I feel as if I might explode if I do not get this off my chest. I calmly say... I'm pregnant, the words don't even come out of my mouth it seems and Kelly my dads wife has almost knocked the Christmas tree over and the lamp to get to me. She is screaming in a girlish fashion and I can't even bring myself to look around the room, everyone but her is quite. I zone in on my dad and he is staring at Kelly as if he might kill her if she doesn't stop. He looks surprised and I can tell the shock has hit everyone in the room. I am bombarded with a million questions all at once and Matt and I answer them one by one almost mechanically. I am shaking like a leaf... but I did it, I got it out. (Side Note: I wonder when I get pregnant again, how it will come across to my parents... will they be just as shocked?) Surley this is it... just questions. Everyone stops talking as I look at my dad and ask why hasn't he said anything, why are you just sitting there, what do you think? He looks at the TV back at us and says well... how are you going to do this with your jobs and school. I answer the question I knew was coming. DAD, I am headstrong... I am not going to quit. I know it will be hard but gezz you know me better than that. He doesn't seem to believe me and it breaks my heart. I have let my dad down... not Samantha, she wouldn't do this kind of thing. She is more responsible. She is (was) smarter. Apparently my heart is breaking and I wonder why things happen like they do. I don't even hear anymore questions... I am drowning in my own defeat. Pregnant & defeated.

My daddy: