So, guess what, I'm gonna be a parent. (Part 1; First News)

Yeah, so, I know I've been out of contact for a while. Things got a little hectic with school and Michelle working and our families, mostly mine, with its problems spilling over onto us a bit.

But things went overall very well. School was good, I did well on my midterms and such. We went to Bathurst for about a week around Christmas. Michelle looked really good with her nephew, James, who was born the previous year around Christmas. I knew even then that something was up with her period-wise. Like she cramped up like she normally does, but then, never really needed anything, as there wasn't much flow. I just noticed nothing in the bathroom garbage, where normally there would be.

Then, she started getting sick. Often. Quickly. And not just in the morning.

Well, it wasn't a big surprise when we found out she was pregnant really.
We did however, immediately panic.
I mean, I always sort of figured we'd end up having kids eventually, but I hoped to be finished my course and working a steady job with health care and a pension and all of that useful stuff beforehand. Michelle, well, she didn't want to have kids in the first place really.

So, we sort of freaked out a bit, then tried to put it out of our minds. We knew there were some options of course, and we were considering them. We even had an appointment made. But, as the appointment drew near, we both felt we would prefer to continue with the pregnancy.

That's when the real shock set in. I was going to be a parent. Me, the guy that used to pride himself on his ability to consume intoxicants en masse. The guy that two years ago had almost nothing on the horizon. I suppose though, I've come quite a long way in those two years.

But yeah, so we walked around with that news in our heads for a day or two before "we" decided we should tell our parents. That's a whole post in and of itself, and I have a baby book to read and a list of things to do. Until next time, may random find you well.
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