How do I tell him? Where do I tell him? All these questions were buzzing around in my head. I look at it again to make extra sure.

Two lines.

It's real.

I'm having a baby.

I have no idea if I'm extremely happy or extremely devastated. I'm only 21 years old! Calm down, Nikki. You're happily married and you can afford to take care of a child. And I think Brandon wanted one this entire time but how do I know for sure?

Nausea races within me like a tidal wave and I quickly turn around, facing the toilet, and I puke. GROSS! I rinse my mouth and brush my teeth. TWICE! Even though the thought of having a girl or boy was probably the happiest thought ever, being pregnant with one was going to take real work.

Tiredness hits me like a bowling ball and wake up three hours later. He would be home from work any minute and I needed a plan. And some Tylenol.

God, I haven't even started dinner yet! Ughh! Ok, ok, get it together. What am I going to do?

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