It all started September 26th,2002.I had been feeling tired, moody, cranky and thought it was just PMS, well my boyfriends aunt Jennifer kept saying "oh I bet your pregnant". I didn't believe her. Well I kept praying for Sept.29th to come. It did, but the period didn't follow. "Oh My God" was the only thing I could think of. Before I got all wound up I took an at home preg. test-thanks EPT- I took one, no results- "um" thats all I said. I called my boyfriend at work and he told me to wait until he got home. "yeah right, I want to know now" i told him, but I waited like I had promised. He got home 2 hours later, and we went to the bathroom....
"I don't want to look, just tell me its negative" I told him. Well at the time he didn't really tell me anything I wanted to hear, I had just met this guy. "Rachel, look" he said. I looked down and a pretty little pink line was across the top. "what are going to do?" I kept asking myself. Mike said we would deal with it. Well I called the preg. center and verified I was knocked up! I went to work the next day, midway through I asked to leave, as I was to damn nervous to be at work. I went to my moms and threw the test down and asked her" what should I do?" She tslked with me and I decided to talk to mike. I went home and we got into an arguement about the option of abortion and adoption. Well nine long months later, I was in bed with some nasty little pains we love to call contractions! Before my contractions began Mike and I were having a discussion about how he was going to get to work that night(graveyard). I will take you and pick you up in the morning. I want my car in case anything happens, I dont want to wait for you to get home. BIG MISTAKE! I took him to work, and came home and laid down to watch tv. I was laying in bed and I felt this odd pain, "oh its just gas" Yeah that was the beginning of some painful "gas" 20 mins, 30 mins, 1 hour went by, "oh my god this sucks" i thought. I guess i was loud because my neighbor upstairs heard my wailing and moaning, came down and asked " are you alright?" I just looked at her and said "yeah fine" I called mike at work and said " well its all starting" He had to rush to find a replacement to work for him at 11:45pm. I had to DRIVE down to get him from work on the FREEWAY. That was the most painful ride I will ever take! I got there, we left to the hospital and checked in. My beautiful son Liam was born 4th of July 2003 at 417pm.
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