It was the day of my grandfather’s funeral, my period was late and a piece of me knew I had to take a pregnancy test. I was terrified. We already had two kids and to be honest, they weren’t easy. My marriage was struggling and the last thing we needed was a new baby. But, the test was positive.
I got into my clothes for the funeral, and I went downstairs with the pregnancy test in hand. I handed it to my husband and dropped to my knees, crying. I was devastated. This was already such a hard day, but to think of another child with everything else going on, it was beyond my comprehension. I couldn’t accept it. We weren’t ready, I wasn’t ready. I didn’t want to vomit for another whole pregnancy or have to eat 5 foods while breastfeeding because my children seem to be allergic to life.
Coping with an unplanned pregnancy
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