Well, today has been a tough one. I told my parents about my pregnancy. It was over the phone. I could tell that both my mom and my dad were crying. My dad has never cried in front of me before. It tore a piece of my heart. They are very, very mainstream and also very religious. I am the first one in my family to disappoint them. I decided not to sugercoat anything, and just straight up told them how it is, that I am pregnant, that my ex is the dad, and that I have been struggling so hard with this for a while. In the end, they offered me support, and suggested I actually move home. I could indeed do this and transfer my college credits. I will have to think it all over. I could obviously use some support. Even though I know they are really upset about this, they made it clear that they love me and want to help me.
So. I am telling my ex tomorrow. Some very wise and wonderful mamas have suggested that I wait until the 12 week point to tell him, or that I not tell him at all. But in my heart, I know this is what I have to do. I already feel a weight lifted off my heart, and though tomorrow will be difficult, once I make it through, I will be able to solely concentrate on me and my little one to be. And I am ready to get to that point.
Wish me luck for tomorrow.
So. I am telling my ex tomorrow. Some very wise and wonderful mamas have suggested that I wait until the 12 week point to tell him, or that I not tell him at all. But in my heart, I know this is what I have to do. I already feel a weight lifted off my heart, and though tomorrow will be difficult, once I make it through, I will be able to solely concentrate on me and my little one to be. And I am ready to get to that point.
Wish me luck for tomorrow.