Copy-cat, Copy-cat

Yes, I am being a copy-cat and I am going to do similar to what Holly is doing and tell "my story" from a the other side. If I suddenly stop and post something at an awkward spot, or mention something thats a little "shocking" or uncomfortable, I'm sorry. I'm trying to make this as colorful as my mind remembers it was. Remember who I am now, compared to who I was then are deffinantly being displayed here.

Graduation night....pulling an all nighter. (I'm still sorry to everyone that I freaked out and hurt that night. Mainly Mom, Erin, and AnDe).

Late June: I started working two jobs for that summer. Neither of them took much of my "night life" away from me, and even though I was trying to quite what I was doing I really struggled with it. I was sitting on the kitchen floor of one of the rooms I was cleaning at the resort. The heat in the room was making my head spin.
My phone beeped and I read the text, "I'm pregnant."
A sudden urge of nausea, and a quick run to the bathroom. The smell of the cleaning products was so strong. I had just finished throwing up, ugh, what was my problem.
Well, I hadn't been eating much lately....or at all really. I was drinking a bit last night. Ugh, this is terrible.
I made my way back to the kitchen and looked at my phone. A new text message. "It's Chris's".
More nausea. Luckily, there are always trash bags in our cleaning kits.

July 4: Breakfast in Paris, ID. The smell of the eggs and bacon made my head spin. It was lucky that I even crawled out of bed that morning. I had been going to 6 AM drill team practices, I was the assistant mistress, I had to go. I'd run a mile, throw up, doing the warm up, throw up, etc... I lay down in the back of the car and fell asleep but the heat was too much. I'd open the door only to be greeted by the smells.

July 5: The best thing I could do was lay my head on the cool counter top at Dee's. Between the smell of the coffee and the heat, my head and stomach were on edge. Just a few more hours. Luckily, it's not too busy. I go to the back and find a chocolate milk. Weird I don't like milk, it normally makes me sick, but besides for orange juice and crackers it's one of the few things I can keep down. After work, I drive to the clinic.
There is seriously something wrong with me. No one is sick like this for as long as I have been.
I text some of my friends. They've been trying to convince me I'm pregnant, but they're wrong, I'm not.
I can't be, Emily is. I'm not pregnant, I'm not pregnant. If I thought I was was pregnant, wouldn't I have taken a pregnancy test by now. Well, ya....unless I didn't want to admit it to myself. Whatever. I'll get checked and prove myself and them wrong.

"So what are your symptoms?" the nurse lady asks.
"Nausea, always tired, throwing up, you know stuff like that."
"Well, does it last all day, or just during certain parts?"
"The throwing up is only in the morningish time, except when I don't eat, but I'm always tired and heat really bothers me."
"Is there a possibility your pregnant?"
Oh come on, why does everyone think I'm pregnant. Ugh whatver.
"I guess, ya, there's a possibility."
"Can we run a pregnancy test on you?"
"Sure whatever."
La-ti-dah I get to pee in a cup and they get to stick a stick in it. Woo hoo.
I sit in the room. The clock ticking, my heart pounding, my head rushing. *beep* text message: "So are you?"
"Idk"
"You have to let me know".
Ya like this is exciting.
"k".
A little short guy with red hair walks in the room. He's new, I was hoping it'd be DJ.
"So, your pregnant."
"Huh".
"Your pregnant so we need to talk about things you need to do to prepare for all of this, but first let's determine how far along you are." He pulls out a cute little chart thing.
Oh bite me.
"When was your last menstraul period?"
Why do doctors always ask using the word "menstraul", I know what a period is without having to use the big words.
"I don't know some time in May or April?"
"You don't remember when your last period was?"
"I never really kept track of them, they just showed up. I never thought I'd have to."
"Well, since you were sexual active..."
Oh please the "sexual active" speech.
"Do you know who the father is?"
No because I'm a pregnant teenager, I must not know who the father is. Idiot.
"Yes I know who it is."
"Can you tell him?"
"Well considering he's knocked-up another girl, I really doubt it'll make a difference. Are you sure that the test even gave you the right answer?"
"It's nearly impossible to get a false positive on a pregnancy test..."
"I can't be pregnant."
"It says here that you smoke and drink occasionally. I'd suggest you quite those things as soon as you can."
Is he seriously talking about this like it's really happening. Wow, what do they teach them in school.
I get up, ready to leave...
"Would you like us to do an ultrasound? We have a machine here, and by when you think your last period was, we should be able to at least get a heart beat."
"Sure whatever."
He leaves the room.
*beep* "so"
"ya I am"
"Oh that's so cool. Are you excited?"
"Eh"
"Well I think it's exciting."
"Ya, I guess it's cool, don't tell".
He walks back into the room. "Well it looks like the machine is broken but if you want to come in in about a week or two, we can do it then. You do need to start taking prenatals and set up an appointment with a doctor."
Nice, he can't even give me an ultrasound to see or hear the thing.
"K, I'll do that."
"We've got prenatals here if you'd like to buy some today."
"No I've got some at home. I used them for my hair and nails a while back."
I walked out of the building.
Pregnant. Woah, I can't say I planned on this. Goodbye drill team, goodbye senior year, goodbye freakin' life.

I drive home and lay on my mom's bed and wait for her to get home. Might as well tell her. I fall asleep but I hear her steps coming down the hall.
"So what did they say at the clinic?"
The words can't come out. Oh my gosh I can't tell her. She's going to be so upset. I hate making her feel bad. Maybe this is a dream, maybe I can lie and she won't catch on. Oh, come on words get out. Find something to say, anything.
"Your pregnant."
I nod my head that's as much as I can do.
"Well, we'll make it through this."