Riley's Story Part 1

Where do I begin? I guess where I left off in my "life" post. Let's start with the Summer of 2007. That particular Summer I decided to take Summer classes at the community college. I took an English class, which was very amusing; a lot of debates about women being in the military were had in that class. Mostly because the teacher and most of the men in that class had served in the military. Anyhow, that is where I meet Riley's "donor" (as I refer to him). 

We started hanging out, and talking and for some reason I was stuck on him. I believed every little thing that came out of his mouth. I think the fact that he was about 5 years older than made me think that he was more responsible and mature (at the time). Boy was I fooled. As our relationship progressed, I saw that he had no motivation to succeed in life. He didn't have a job, barely had a car (no money to put gas in it), and he did not pay for a thing when we went anywhere. I thought that if I filled out job applications for him and wrote him a resume that he would be more motivated. He just didn't want to work or go to school. I was becoming less motivated myself, skipping school to go hang out with him. Doing things that just weren't me. 

At first, for some reason it didn't bug me that he didn't work, probably because I was "in love" (NOT) with him. Eventually it started to get to me, though. I had to drive everywhere; I was working all the time to pay for the gas that was getting us everywhere. By October, I was just not feeling the relationship, we went to a concert (which was $5) and he couldn't even pay for that, when he told me he was taking me to the concert. That week I just started to think, the lifestyle that I would live with him for one would not be the lifestyle I am already accustomed to and would not be the life I wanted. I would be the sole provider for the family and he would do nothing. That's when I decided it wasn't worth it to waste more time in a relationship going nowhere. 

About a week later, November 2007, my mom was shocked that I just broke up with him and asked why I had done it. She asked so many questions, but one still sticks with me. She said "Did you break up because you had a pregnancy scare?" And I said "No". Not but a minute later I looked at the calendar and realized I had missed my period. At this point I just knew I was pregnant. I went to the store that night got a pregnancy test (the digital ones) and within in 5 seconds it read PREGNANT. I couldn't believe it. I went to school to meet up with a friend where we went to the store to buy more pregnancy tests to make sure it was real. For a week, I didn't know what to do. I called "donor" and told him, he was more than thrilled that I was pregnant, because if he was going to be miserable so was I. I was so scared to tell my parents, I just kept thinking, they won’t notice for a while, so I can wait. Well a few days later after a post I made on MySpace about feeling nauseous sparked my mom’s interest. If you get nothing from this post but this one bit of advice, just keep this in mind, Mothers now everything (I mean it) and if your mother tells you something is not (especially about a person) listen to her, because something is probably not right. Anyway, my mom called me immediately and asked if I was pregnant. I thought OMG, how can she even know. All I could say was I think that I may be. 

The next hour of my life was the most awkward hour of my life. Sitting down with my parents and telling them that I was pregnant at 20 years old. It was intense and everyone was upset, but I survived and about an hour later my dad called me to tell me that he still loved me and everything was going to be okay. 

Life can change so drastically in a matter of moments. 

This is me about 25 weeks pregnant with my sweet Riley!                      

Hope this is not too long. This is the beginning of the Riley story; I guess that's what I will call it.