Baby Bump and Me.

Family, you can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em! Most things in life you can control, but no matter what choices you make in life, you cannot choose your family. So it's like it, or lump it.

Today, Aaron and I went to visit my parents, and no one was in the house. So, like I have been doing since I was twelve, I broke in, through a window. This is an age-old tradition, my parents have never been bothered about it before. So, when I went round again later, I didn't expect anything to come of it.

However, that was not the case. Apparently, my sister Mary, who in her divine wisdom feels its okay to tell me off, thought it was neccessary to tell me a few things.

1. When there is no one in the house, I'm not allowed to be there.

2. I'm no longer allowed to break into the house, apparently it is breaking and entering, which clearly my parents will totally prosecute me for.

3. When I argued that I should have a key, I was told I was not allowed a key, because it's not my house.

OUCH, I think myself and Aaron should stay away for a while and maybe start to treat the house as though it isn't where my family live. Whoops.

Anywho's , I've had my rant, and I'll get back to telling you all about my pregnancy. Lately, I'm totally excited about our little Brom. I'm happy to have a boy or a girl. As long as they're happy and healthy, I'll be the happiest lady alive. Slowly, I'm learning what's important in my life. My Aaron. He makes my heartbeat faster every moment. He's inside my heart, beating eternally. My baby, he/she will be here soon and they'll be welcomed into the world with open arms. My family, who are growing steadily. Obviously there's my three sisters, my parents, my extended family. And then there's my new family. Every now and then you meet people who make you realise that the world is a place full of love. I've been living with Aaron's mum Caron, and Gary/Richard for a few weeks now, and I already feel at home. Spending time with Aaron's niece, sister and Dad has also been lovely.

I feel truly blessed.

That was definitely the question. Finding out you're going to be a mother at 18 is a HUGE step in an unfamiliar direction. But there I was.

It actually came to light at work. As you might expect, working in an overheated kitchen is bound to leave you feeling nauseous and maybe a little on the headachey side. But this was different. This was light headed, can't concentrate, stomach churning 'yuckiness'. The thought has crossed my mind, but after making a massive decision with my beautiful fiancee Aaron, not to sleep together again until we were married, in order to follow the Christian faith, the irony would be to big.

God and my belly had other plans. My super boss Carolyn was the first to mention that I might be 'up the duff' as it were. After much pleading from me, she ran off to the shop floor to get me a test. Ten to twenty minutes later there I was. In the staff toilets at work , peeing on a stick. Classy.

Tests can be misleading. It tells you to lay the test flat and wait for the result for five minutes. After five minutes, the test was inconclusive. No result. Nada. So i left the test in the box, and Tesha (My super work pal) and I, went back to work. Returning upstairs after a long day, I anxiously had another peek at the test. Positive. That little blue cross was unmistakable. I was pregnant.

Its difficult to say what goes through your head at that moment. How will I tell my man, my parents, my family, his family? How will they react? Aaron, as always, was an angel. He was the supportive superman that he always is. Family reaction were mixed. Some were shocked, some excited, some didn't have a clue what to say. I'm guessing that eventually it will sink in and all will be fine.

After a further test, a doctors green light and a prescription for folic acid, it finally set in. I was going to be a mum, in less than nine months. Bring on the birthing hips.