So, I’m hoping that you’ve found yourself reading this blog post after “Mom, I’m pregnant (pt. 1)”. It gives you a little bit more perspective on my thoughts and emotions of how I felt telling my parents that I was pregnant. But if you didn’t read pt. 1, long story short: I was freaked, nervous, and doing everything I could to put off telling my parents.
My mom knew, now all I had to do was tell my dad.
My dad. The person who still viewed me as his little, baby girl. The person who still called me Pumpkin. The person who babied me.
The person he babied was now having a baby.
How was he going to feel? That’s all I could think about. I knew he wasn’t going to say anything negative and I knew he’d support me in my decision of keeping the baby. My dad was actually the main person who had instilled the idea of keeping a baby, no matter what the circumstances were.
Years back, he had taught me about abortion and exactly what happens to the baby while one is taking place. I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t stand that happening to a little baby and I sure as heck couldn’t stand being the person doing that to a little baby. He had placed that moral into my head… but I still could not shake the thoughts of how he’d react.
There was only one way to relieve the anxiety I was feeling. I needed to tell him.
My older sister had been the first person (besides Sam) to find out I was pregnant. Her name is Sam, too! Another long story short: her and I were hanging out and I suddenly had the urge to throw up. She knew right away what was going on and gave me all the support I had needed from the get go. That included being there with me when I was going to tell my dad.
Just like my mom, I don’t live near my dad so it’s hard to find time to spend with him. But the times that we do get to spend together are usually spent cooking, having bonfires in the backyard, and sitting around, talking with one another. Oh, and my dad’s family is very into indulging in their Italian roots. So, yes, they very much enjoy wine.
And all of those activities were happening the night I told him.
“Do you want to try this new kind of wine we bought?” my dad asked me.
“Really?” I thought. The one time he’s offering me alcohol and I can’t even try it.
“No, I’m okay!” I replied.
“Try it, Kay! It’s good, you’ll like it, I think.”
“AH!” I thought, “I’m not ready to tell him yet!”
I took the glass of wine, brought it to my lips and pretended to take a sip, “I don’t know. I don’t really like it.”
Phew. Got myself out of that one. In order to get myself out of the situation, I went outside to go sit by the fire. I needed some time to think. I needed to figure out the right time to tell him.
My family soon followed outside. While everyone was talking with one another, all I could do was sit and stare at the fire. I had no idea how to get the words out of my mouth. I was so scared it almost seemed impossible.
I started to cry, quietly. Tears were streaming down my face. Luckily no one had noticed since we were sitting in the dark and the fire wasn’t providing much light.
My step-mom and sister went inside to go to the bathroom and get something more to drink. It was just my dad and I. But all I could do was continue to sit there quietly, keeping my thoughts to myself.
“Kay. You’ve been beside yourself all night. Why’re you so quiet? Is something wrong?”
“I have to tell you something, but it’s bad…” Tears started to stream faster down my face. I was crying harder and harder, I couldn’t stop.
My dad stood up out of his chair, “Come here! What’s wrong?!”
He instantly embraced me with a hug as I stood up.
I had to say those two words. I had to.
“I’m… I’m… pregnant…” hearing the words come out of my mouth made my cry even harder. It was the point where I was admitting it to not only my dad but to myself.
“Hey… Hey! It’s okay! It’s okay! I’m not disappointed. Trust me, okay? I’m glad you told me. It’s okay, don’t cry,” he continued to console me over and over, “I knew this was going to happen with either you or Samantha soon. You two are getting older, you have serious relationships. It’s not something to be upset about, it’s a baby. It’s a happy moment. Please, don’t cry.”
Relief spread over me.
Just like what had happened with my mom, my dad’s words put me at ease. I also knew that I was done having to tell people, I knew that the news would take its course by itself now. Once you tell so many people, and you’re open to others sharing it, it’ll spread like wildfire. If there is one thing people eat up, it’s gossip. And whats the best type of gossip? Pregnancy news. Especially a young family member, friend or peer being pregnant.
I’m not too sure what other’s thought about me becoming pregnant. I know I’m not the first person you’d imagine having a baby at such a young age. I was a goody-good growing up, never got myself into much trouble, got good grades, had great friends, healthy relationships. Some may have been shocked, some may have thought negatively of me, and maybe there are some who applaud my decision. But, to be honest, other’s opinions don’t affect how I feel about the choice I made. My parents are proud of me, Sam and I are beyond happy, and I have the cutest baby alive to spend my days with. I love the commitment I’ve made and that’s all the approval I’ll ever need.