I remember the exact day I took a pregnancy test.. It was my 6 month anniversary with Jordan's dad, Will (February 5, 2012). We decided to head to Melbourne for a day in the city, knowing that there was a chance I could be pregnant. My dad owns a few of the pharmacies in my hometown, and we weren't too keen on letting our parents know until we were absolutely sure, so we thought doing it in Melbourne was our best bet. We bought the pregnancy test, we headed to the bathroom, and I went in. Needless to say, it was an EXTREMELY scary time! I sat there and waited, and waited, and waited.
It showed up negative.
I was relieved, but at the same time still nervous, knowing that taking a test so early was likely to produce a false negative. I did a few more that day.
Still negative.
We decided to wait another week and I would take another test home to see if it gave a different result. It was one of the slowest weeks of my life. Finally, the day came to try again.. I sat in the bathroom waiting, and waiting, yet again.
It was positive.
I walked out of the bathroom and headed out to were Will was waiting and simply said "It said yes." And he just hugged me, and told me he was there and that it was going to be okay. Exactly what I needed.
I have to admit, this was probably one of the scariest times in my life. There were so many unknowns, how was I going to finish school? what were our parents going to say? what about all my friends? what if Will doesn't want me anymore? how can I possibly have a baby in year 10? but how could I consider the alternative?
There were so many thoughts racing around my head and I felt powerless to stop them. All I knew about being a teen parent were stereotypes, and you never hear good stereotypes... And of course the biggest question of all, how the hell do we tell mum and dad?
