So a baby was on the way...
Can you say a million thoughts running through my head. The day it was confirmed by a blood test Kenny and I had a date planned for that night. Let me just say I was so nervous.
I called him to make sure he was still coming to town and he said, "Ya, why?"
Me in my panicked state said, "We need to talk..."
Him, "You're pregnant."
Me in shock now, "Yes." and tears filled my eyes.
I got off work and he came over as planned. He had stopped at his best friend's house first to tell him. Twenty-one years old and going to be parents. A place I did not think I would find myself, but as with all things there was someone else in control. I was ready to do this on my own if I had to, but Kenny had no intention of walking away from his child.
Lots of changes took place over the next several months. I moved into a house, which is a whole other story, and began to prepare for becoming a mama. Letting my parents know I was pregnant was not fun. My mom quite frankly was pretty unhappy with me, but my dad was over the moon. He was making plans about all the things he would do with this little person.
Kenny's parents didn't know...that was stressful. He just didn't know how to tell them. It wasn't going to change anything, so he didn't see the big deal. I was stressed until a Christmas card did the telling for him. One of his friends addressed the card to him and the baby. Since his mom got all the mail she was the first to see it. After finding out that it was me pregnant things were fine. I went over a few days later and was bombarded with baby pictures of Kenny and his brother. It was a relief to have it out in the air and feel the excitement of grandparents to be.
Zackery made his appearance 2 weeks early after I had sent his daddy off to a night out with the guys! Kenny met me at the hospital and Zackery arrived a few hours later. This beautiful little man that made us a family.
People in all parts of our lives asked us if we were getting married, but getting married just because we had a baby was not going to happen. I probably would have married Kenny at that point, but I did not want our little man to be the reason we chose to marry. I wanted to be married because we truly loved each other and wanted to spend the rest of our lives together.
So instead of getting married we just spent as much time together as we could. I had moved out of my house and in with my parents. I thought it would help me financially, but being back in their home was not going to work. Mother's Day Kenny, his dad, and his brother packed up all my stuff and moved me into a house that I would share with Kenny. We were going to live together and raise our little man.