27th June 2016
Well, I told everyone. Everyone knows now.
I didn’t have the guts to tell him in person. I had every intention of dropping the “I’m pregnant” bomb in person, but it kind of just came out over text. I did end up going over to his house (because I’m not a monster) and we had a chat. It was good. It was a long chat and we ended up having a nap together.
I was all about naps. Being seven weeks pregnant was no joke. I swear all I did was eat, sleep, and try not to puke.
The rest of the week was relatively uneventful.
I told my boss and a few people at work that I was pregnant. We had a change of kitchen management, so I didn’t want my boss to think that I was completely hopeless.
I also told my best friends. One burst into tears within seconds…and it completely blindsided me. I thought I would be the one crying in this scenario, so I wasn’t prepared for when she started crying! I think her exact words were: “It feels like you just told me that I’m pregnant and that I’m the father of your baby, too.” I died. I knew exactly what she meant.
We called my friend and I shouted the news at her.
I never imagined that she would have been so excited about me being pregnant. I remember being in high school and making a pact to have a partner and a baby by the age of twenty-two. Now, it seems absolutely ridiculous. Twenty-two is not old at all. I suppose it did seem a long way off when we were twelve or thirteen. Ah, how naive we were.