I got a call today...
The abbreviated story:
I was sitting in my pajamas drinking coffee and working on my Materials homework this afternoon when my downstairs neighbor (and good friend) called me. She is pregnant. She just turned 23, she has one semester (two at the most) of school left, she just quit her job a month ago because her boyfriend said he would support her while she finished school, and now she's pregnant. Her boyfriend is a good man, young but a good man, he's doing his best to be positive.
If the test is really right, if the plus is really a plus on the little plastic stick, her life will never be the same.
She is the other half of my Front Porch Club. We sit outside in front of our apartments every night, no matter what the weather, and we talk about our days while smoking cigarettes and having the occasional adult beverage. Its a comfort to go home every night and know that I am going to have someone to chat about my day with and relax in the beautiful Florida nights. Sometimes our chats are merely about the weather, sometimes they concern our other halves, sometimes school, the news, books we are reading, and or the future...
Its a comfort because I know I can tell her anything and she won't judge me. We've chatted this past week about the possibility of her being pregnant because she is two weeks late. We talked about how she would tell her Mom and her siblings, about how her dogs would have to adjust to having a baby around, that she isn't ready to marry Duwayne (her boyfriend), how her other friends will react, about heath insurance, about how many large and small things would change about her life... at one point in the conversation, she popped out with "if I am pregnant, I am going to want you and Amy to be the godparents".
So she took an EPT test today and it came out positive. She is going to the Student Health Clinic at school tomorrow morning when they open. She wants me to go with her. I'll have to skip my Quantum class to go but I've already spoken to Grant and he's going to take good notes for me. I hate attending Quantum anyway. I haven't missed a class yet and I'll read the book while I am waiting for her to finish at the Clinic.
I am freaking out for her. I think I am having sympathy freak outs for her and how her life is going to change. We are 23 years old. Twenty-three is still young. Young enough to still be at the beginning of a life, to still make "yound and stupid" mistakes, mistakes that you look back on and think, "wow, i really probably shouldn't have done that" but not the sort of mistakes that change your life so significantly... This is still the beginning of our lives...
The abbreviated story:
I was sitting in my pajamas drinking coffee and working on my Materials homework this afternoon when my downstairs neighbor (and good friend) called me. She is pregnant. She just turned 23, she has one semester (two at the most) of school left, she just quit her job a month ago because her boyfriend said he would support her while she finished school, and now she's pregnant. Her boyfriend is a good man, young but a good man, he's doing his best to be positive.
If the test is really right, if the plus is really a plus on the little plastic stick, her life will never be the same.
She is the other half of my Front Porch Club. We sit outside in front of our apartments every night, no matter what the weather, and we talk about our days while smoking cigarettes and having the occasional adult beverage. Its a comfort to go home every night and know that I am going to have someone to chat about my day with and relax in the beautiful Florida nights. Sometimes our chats are merely about the weather, sometimes they concern our other halves, sometimes school, the news, books we are reading, and or the future...
Its a comfort because I know I can tell her anything and she won't judge me. We've chatted this past week about the possibility of her being pregnant because she is two weeks late. We talked about how she would tell her Mom and her siblings, about how her dogs would have to adjust to having a baby around, that she isn't ready to marry Duwayne (her boyfriend), how her other friends will react, about heath insurance, about how many large and small things would change about her life... at one point in the conversation, she popped out with "if I am pregnant, I am going to want you and Amy to be the godparents".
So she took an EPT test today and it came out positive. She is going to the Student Health Clinic at school tomorrow morning when they open. She wants me to go with her. I'll have to skip my Quantum class to go but I've already spoken to Grant and he's going to take good notes for me. I hate attending Quantum anyway. I haven't missed a class yet and I'll read the book while I am waiting for her to finish at the Clinic.
I am freaking out for her. I think I am having sympathy freak outs for her and how her life is going to change. We are 23 years old. Twenty-three is still young. Young enough to still be at the beginning of a life, to still make "yound and stupid" mistakes, mistakes that you look back on and think, "wow, i really probably shouldn't have done that" but not the sort of mistakes that change your life so significantly... This is still the beginning of our lives...
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