I'm going to be posting the story of my pregnancy and Alexa's birth threw out several posts, because its just too long of a story to put in one entry.
Let's go back to April of 2007. I had quit my job at the salon on April 10th, walked out in a blaze of glory, and felt really really good about it. Let's face it, anyone who knows anything about my former employers know that they deserved me leaving like that and screwing them over. I went out with Scott that Saturday to celebrate my lack of employment, and little did I know I would be conceiving my first born that night. All it took was a good meal at my favorite Italian resturaunt and a bottle of wine, but that's neither here nor there. I found out in the beginning of May that I was pregnant, or so said the wonderous EPT. I can safely say that shocked and scared were my first two reactions. I sat on this for about 3 weeks, only telling Jackie about it. I had no idea how to break this to my family, and not one blessed clue how to break it to Scott, who I was sure would either drop dead or cry. I went and confided in a very dear friend, who helped me resolve alot of my worries and alot of my anxiety in more ways than she probably even knows. I was even able to get a free ultrasound out of her, and saw that little blip on the screen, and a teeny tiny heartbeat. That moment changed my life forever, and I knew right then and there that I would be having and keeping this baby, no matter how Scott felt about it.
I chose to tell him on Memorial Day weekend, I was about 7 weeks pregnant, and completely at ease with the situation. I had told my Mom, who did nothing but support me and my decisions. I sat him down, told him that I had to tell him something and that there was no easy way to say it, and I just blurted it out. He got very quiet, and I asked him what he was thinking, and he said he was scared, and unsure how we were going to do this financially. There was never any doubt in his mind we would give this baby up for adoption. Little did we know we were about to embark on one hell of a pregnancy...
Surprising no one
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So I was sitting at the dining room table, feverishly
always-sometimes-rarely-nevering, when Paul asked me if I wanted something
to drink. "Please," I said...

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