Okay, so here's what happened: I got knocked up at nineteen. I know. Big oops. Especially if you come from my family. I'm an only child, my mother is a Colonel in the Air Force and my dad quit his job so he could stay home and raise me. All my life I heard, "You need to go to college, finish college, establish a career, get married and THEN have a baby." So what if skipped a few steps along the way?

I admit it, I was spoiled. I had never taken care of children before so the fact that I was going to have one was a frightening experience. How would I get through the sleepless nights, the jars of baby food that resembled slime, and oh my God the diapers?? I couldn't possibly deal with the diapers!

But I did. Somehow I managed to give birth (and I won't lie, there were drugs involved) and become a Mom. I told my son Tommy right off the bat that I was sorry if I dropped him on his head, if I fed him the wrong food and if I put his diaper on backwards..I asked him to help me out, which I admit was a big favor to ask of a one-day-old.

The good news? I'm still here. And the even better news? My kid is still alive! I currently stay at home with him and attempt to write novels in hopes of one day being published. I take college classes on the side and I darn my husband's socks. (I'm kidding about that last bit. What does darning socks even mean?? )

I haven't mentioned the father. Don't worry, this isn't one of those sob stories that you see on Lifetime. No, what happened was this: I told the father, whose name happens to be Tom that I was pregnant. He had just finished basic training in the Air Force and I thought he might take a hike in the opposite direction or accuse me of sleeping around. Instead he married me. I had known Tom for two years before I had gotten pregnant--we dated in high school after all. So it wasn't just a wham bam thank you ma'am fling that had impregnanted me. Nope it was a series of...you know what? I don't need to go into those details. He knocked me up, hooray, that's all you need to know.

We were married on December 10, 2001. I was seven months pregnant.

I wonder what the guy who married us was thinking? (Oh man does ANYONE wait until marriage anymore??)

 And what about Tommy? He's our five-year-old. He's constantly on the move.

We've recently added to the family. I gave birth to Natalie Elizabeth on March 19th, 2007. With drugs, thank you very much.

We're currently stationed in Wyoming and I hope to find other mothers around.

So there you have it. My family.

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