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This post is Part Two of a true story. A story about Adam and I getting pregnant before marriage and how it has made our life together complicated, painful, wonderful and FULL of surprises. A story of how love can grow in even the most unlikely situations. If you haven’t already, you can read Part One here.

The picture is of Adam and I when I was around 6 months pregnant with Addison.

After the initial shock wore off, we started the process of assessing the situation. As I said in Part One Adam was (very understandably) having a hard time grasping the reality of becoming a father at the age of 20.

He was a very busy guy. He was in college to become a professional musician. He was busy studying, practicing and playing gigs too. He had his priorities straight and he was in the middle of achieving his life goals. He was making it happen, so to speak. So it pretty much goes without saying that his world was turned upside down by this unexpected development. He didn’t tell a single soul about it for 2 entire weeks. A few times I walked in to his apartment and he was on the couch…in the pitch dark…awake. Bless his heart….he was a mess ya’ll.

Another problem that we faced was, although we liked each other and we had a lot of fun together (obviously a little too much fun), Adam and I hardly knew each other (our REAL selves anyway). We had literally only been dating a few months. We started spending time together in May of 2000 and we found out Addison was WELL on her way in October (I was approximately 11 weeks along). So that means I got pregnant back in August and I was just too busy being stupid to even notice.

I think after two weeks of panic, Adam finally realized that this was happening, and he called his parents (whom I had only met once). Side note: Adam grew up in the Atlanta area and his parents still live there. He moved to Tennessee (I have lived here all my life) to finish college and that is how we met. The night he told his parents I was at his apartment and I sat out in the living room with his roommate while he went back to his room to make the dreaded phone call. He was back there FOREVER. I thought he would never come out. When he finally did it was to tell me that his mom wanted to talk to me.

I don’t know what I was expecting her to say. Maybe I thought she would call me a hussy and tell me I ruined her only son’s life by getting knocked up. Maybe I thought she would demand that I put the baby up for adoption because we were in no position to raise a child.

Well, she didn’t say any of that. She was incredibly sweet and kind and emotional. She told me that she loved me and that she knew I was meant to be a part of their family. She spoke of God’s plan and that made me feel better immediately. She and Adam’s dad decided to come up to Tennessee the next day to meet my parents and to provide some much needed moral support to their young son and his pregnant girlfriend.

Now that I am a mother I can more clearly understand how our parents must have felt. I think Adam and I both felt like we had failed our parents. I suddenly realized that my parents had been right months before when they told me that my life needed direction. Looking back, I didn’t ever really take my parents very seriously until I was about to become a parent myself. Wow…that was a hard lesson to learn.

This story is turning out to be pretty long and involved so I think it’s going to have several more installments. In Part 3 I will tell you what happened when our families came together to discuss what was happening and how being pregnant began to change my heart.

Thank you for reading, and thank you for letting me share.

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