Well, not quite

I'm not quite married with children. I am engaged and pregnant. Here's the story..

After dating for about a year and a half, Scott decided to join the Army. Right before he left, he proposed. I was very proud of him, and although it was hard being without him here, our relationship thrived under the distance. We set a date for the wedding, wrote letters telling each other about our days and how much we love one another, and cherished those rare phone calls.

Then comes family day. Family day is a gift, saying "He can't go home for leave before he goes to AIT, but if you want you can take him away from base for about 30 hours." And it was wonderful! On the 14th of Nov I flew out to Atlanta, Georgia and the next day Kellie (Scott's mom) and I went to Ft Benning and took Scott away. We had a great time, catching up, joking around, and of course, the night alone. The next day, we hung out some more and then dropped him off, giving our love and feeling great knowing that we would see each other on the 16th of December. Compared to 3 months, 4 weeks felt like a breeze.

Fast forward two weeks. We have resumed writing letters and hoping for those rare phone calls, but suddenly, I'm a bit worried. I'm late. Counting back the days, I realize that the one night that Scott and I got to spend together was about the day that according to my cycle, I would be ovulating. Hmm. Interesting. But, I'd had pregnancy scares before so I waited a couple more days, both dreading and hoping for my period. After being a week late, I took a home pregnancy test.

I drove to WalMart at midnight, eyes wide open, telling myself that there was no way I could be pregnant. Not after just one night, not after so many doctors telling me that it would be hard, if not impossible for me to get pregnant. Sure, that was the first time that I'd had sex since the surgery, but that didn't matter, right? Right? So I drove home with a full bladder and peed on the electronic pregnancy test. I put it down and walked away, pacing up and down my living room, counting two minutes. I slowly walked back into the bathroom and picked it up.

Pregnant

Suddenly my heart was racing and I felt like I couldn't breathe as my hands started shaking and dots appeared in front of my eyes. I acknowledged the panic attack and tried to calm myself down, only to freak out more. This is what I'd been hoping for, despite it being bad timing. I called Jenny, who's reaction was the one that I needed. "CONGRATS SARA! THAT'S AMAZING!" It broke into my head and I started laughing and crying at the same time.

So here I am, almost 21 years old, about to be married, and pregnant. I'm scared and happy and a little sick to my stomach haha. I have a wedding dress that will still fit me fine since I won't be showing yet. I have a future husband who will make a fantastic father. I'm so lucky.

And my boobs have already jumped a size. Wooo!