Twenty-Five and Shocked Pt. 2

After the test came back positive, I immediately called my best friend Tiffany who was at work. At that point I didn’t even know how to break the news to her. I never thought she would judge me, but how do you begin to admit to something that half of you hopes isn’t true? I could tell she was caught off guard by my phone call, probably because I called her—knowing she was working—in the middle of the day.

Tiffany immediately asked what was wrong and I told her nothing is wrong—which wasn’t exactly a lie, but she asked me to text her if I wanted to talk. I then sent a series of the most awkward texts I have ever sent in my life. Ending with, “I think I might be pregnant.”

Within seconds my phone was ringing—it was Tiffany. Her response when I answered, “Hello,” as if nothing were different, was “YOU DON’T JUST TELL SOMEONE YOU MIGHT BE PREGNANT VIA TEXT.”

Lesson learned. She talked to me as much as she could while still at work and I had no idea how I was going to tell my boyfriend or whether I should tell him at all. I mean, sure we’d had the, “What are we going to do if this ever happens” conversation before when we first started dating and we were both personally—although not politically—against abortion, but the thought crossed my mind.

I could easily get an abortion and he would never know the difference. After all, we had been having problems and relationship-wise we weren’t exactly on the most solid of ground. How could I possibly tell him that I might be pregnant? Even scarier, how could I tell my mom and dad. I am an unmarried twenty-five year old, pregnant, about to start her second semester of graduate school. More pressingly how—with an unemployed boyfriend—could I possibly afford a child, when just a week prior I’d had to tell our roommate that I was going to be late with the rent?

To read part one click here