The day I found out I was going to have a baby was wonderful; I was sad, scared, but most of anything I was more than happy. I'm 20 years old now so that OK. The reason I was scared was I lost my mom to stroke when I was 11 years old so I was not for sure if I could do this with out having a mom. I have a step mom but she hates my guts since I have been 11 years old. My dad got married to her 2 months after my mom died and I was not ready for a new mom and I let her know that and now she says she is not ready to have another girl in her life that is not going to call her mom and I have never forgave her for that.
ANYWAY ... it was snowing really bad out and my husband was on his way home from work because I called and told him I had some really good news and that I need to tell him in person not over the phone. When he got home I had a pair of baby socks and a bottle sitting on the table in the dinning room and had the test hidden behind my back and told him to go look in the dinning room on the table. When he went in there he said what does this mean and gave me a big smile and hug and said when did I find out and asked how far along was I? Then I gave him the test that said pregnant on it and we both were so happy we had tears of happiness in are eyes. We found out in December on the 5th and did not tell the family until X-Mas day. We told every one the same way I told my husband . Each person had a baby bottle and a pair of baby socks. I am now 7 months pregnant and it’s had hard days and good days.
