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We all know bad things tend to happen when I'm bored (Steve the asshole and Joe being prime examples). That being said, I naturally assumed my amenorrhea was a result of yet another health-related problem. (And really, it's not a good sign that my life is such that I've got a host of health problems to run through.)

This was not the case. I never thought I'd actually wish it were something as uncomplicated as a hormonal imbalance.

It was almost two full months since my last period, so I called up the Health Center's advice nurse, who told me to get a pregnancy text. And even though I was like "No fucking way...literally," I went to the incon when they opened and picked one up.

I think you can see where this is going.

Yes. I'm pregnant.

Really, I can't see how this happened. We weren't using protection, but we're both clean and I didn't think we needed it. Obviously, I was wrong.

Haven't told Mum and Da yet. They're going to kill me, I know it. I remember what they said about my pregnant coworkers (there were two, one about my age and the other almost two years younger), and it wasn't pretty. C's volunteered to take me in if they kick me out, but I'm hoping it won't come to that.

And yes, I'm going to keep it. This isn't the way I saw my life going, but something about it feels right.

Going home to see the 'rents for Passover tomorrow and Tuesday, but I don't think I'm going to tell them yet. The last thing I want is to make a fight. I'm going to the Health Center tomorrow or Tuesday to make sure, but the tests are pretty accurate these days.

I've already alerted the father. starkravingsane doesn't seem too thrilled about me keeping it, but has promised to take an active role if that's really what I want. I guess there's still time to think about it, but I'm pretty sure I've already decided.

Think of it this way, hon, you'll be getting something a little different for your birthday this year.

(no subject)

We all know bad things tend to happen when I'm bored (Steve the asshole and Joe being prime examples). That being said, I naturally assumed my amenorrhea was a result of yet another health-related problem. (And really, it's not a good sign that my life is such that I've got a host of health problems to run through.)

This was not the case. I never thought I'd actually wish it were something as uncomplicated as a hormonal imbalance.

It was almost two full months since my last period, so I called up the Health Center's advice nurse, who told me to get a pregnancy text. And even though I was like "No fucking way...literally," I went to the incon when they opened and picked one up.

I think you can see where this is going.

Yes. I'm pregnant.

Really, I can't see how this happened. We weren't using protection, but we're both clean and I didn't think we needed it. Obviously, I was wrong.

Haven't told Mum and Da yet. They're going to kill me, I know it. I remember what they said about my pregnant coworkers (there were two, one about my age and the other almost two years younger), and it wasn't pretty. C's volunteered to take me in if they kick me out, but I'm hoping it won't come to that.

And yes, I'm going to keep it. This isn't the way I saw my life going, but something about it feels right.

Going home to see the 'rents for Passover tomorrow and Tuesday, but I don't think I'm going to tell them yet. The last thing I want is to make a fight. I'm going to the Health Center tomorrow or Tuesday to make sure, but the tests are pretty accurate these days.

I've already alerted the father. starkravingsane doesn't seem too thrilled about me keeping it, but has promised to take an active role if that's really what I want. I guess there's still time to think about it, but I'm pretty sure I've already decided.

Think of it this way, hon, you'll be getting something a little different for your birthday this year.