Pregnancy

This is the story of my daughters birth. I know it is long and most people don't like reading on a website, but please do. It is a beautiful story with such a happy ending. Thank You ~Krista

I found out I was pregnant on January 3, 2004. I had just spent a wonderful Christmas with my family and stayed up all New Years Eve watching movies with my boyfriend, Mike. On New Years Day I wasn't feeling well and chalked it up to not enough sleep. I was talking to my aunt later that day and she must have recognized my symptoms because she recommended I take a pregnancy test. Now, I wasn't even thinking 'baby'. Mike's sister just told everyone over Christmas that she was pregnant and he and I (not to mention her parents) were very surprised. Mike and I had casually joked around about having a kid, but I didn't think either of us was really serious about it. I went the entire day on the 2nd trying to keep myself busy as to not think about it, but the more I tried not thinking about it the more I did. In the end I bought a pregnancy test and spent the rest of the day just looking at it. The next morning I did the pee on a stick thing all the while thinking 'there's no way I'm pregnant'...and sure enough...it didn't even take a minute for the two little pink lines to show up and I knew. I went in the bedroom in sort of a daze and asked Mike what he would say if I was pregnant. He did what any guy would have done in that situation, he asked why. I said to him plain out "I'm pregnant" and he jumped up and ran to the bathroom to check the stick himself. It took 2 more tests before I went to the doctor to confirm it.

I went to the doctor on January 6th and had to have a blood test done because he couldn't tell if I was pregnant. While I was getting the test done I felt so queasy that the nurses were so sure, without even seeing the results, that it would be positive. I was having mixed emotions that day because my grandpa was hospitalized with pneumonia and my whole family was there to keep him company. After the test I went to the hospital to talk to my mom. When I told her I was waiting for the results of a pregnancy blood test she seemed very angry. She made me swear not to tell anyone else in the family until my grandpa was out of the hospital. But I couldn't stop thinking about it. I kept calling the doctors office hoping for the results, fighting with myself to decide if I wanted it to be positive or negative. I was told to wait an hour and call back and when I did, it seemed forever for the woman to find my file. When she finally said the word "Positive" I breathed a HUGE sigh of relief. In that second I knew that was the word I was longing to hear. It was now time to tell my mom the (good) news. She obviously wasn't happy because I wasn't married or financially stable to have a child, and still I wasn't allowed to tell anyone. I think my mom broke her own rule because after my grandpa died it seemed like my entire family knew I as pregnant. And at first not a single one of them was happy about it.