The beginning...

OK, so I kinda can't believe that I am going to put this on the interwebs for everyone to see, judge, laugh at, or whatever but I will.  Ugh, maybe.  It's a funny story.  Embarrassing, but funny story.  So, as many of you guys know, there was a man before Nick. *GASP* I know crazy right? I certainly was at the time but that's a topic for another day.  So, many moons ago I met Freddie.  Crazy Freddie.  We dated for a few short months before getting engaged on my 22nd birthday.  I said yes.  Basically because nobody told me it was OK to say no.  But again, another story for another day.
Freddie and I went along doing our normal degenerate restaurant people thing.  Go to work, get off work and go to the bar.  All the time.  It seemed fine haha.  Well, there had been about a week or so I was feeling really, really funky.  Super tired and just groggy... Had no idea what was going on.  Well. we went to this tiny dive bar near Freddie's old work one night with his work people and I just had a grand old time.  At the end of the night, I was hungry and all I wanted was Tuna Helper.
 I know right?! Tuna Helper? At 2 am? After drinking? Blech.  But whatever I had my sights set on that glorious, high class meal.  Right after I told Freddie this he looked right at me and said "You're pregnant."  I was completely flabbergasted, "What?! No, you're wrong! Whatever!" But we went to Wal-Mart and got my tuna helper... And a pregnancy test.
We go on home and I cook up my food and we're watching TV and drinking a beer.  I had to pee so I was like "Well, I am going to just go ahead and squash this Freddie thinking I'm pregnant thing right now."  Or so I thought... I went upstairs and peed on my little stick and came back down for a few minutes just hanging out.  I go back up to get it and what?! Wait what?!  I take it back down, and show Freddie.  Sure as shit, I'm pregnant.  Well, there were probably more romantic and motherly ways to find out that you're pregnant but this is what I got.
I guess that the way I handled it was in my normal stoic way.  Well, that happened so, now just deal with it.  I finished my beer that night and went to bed.  The next morning I woke up and lived my life in a different way, I was pregnant.  Jameson's life was just beginning.  It was scary and confusing.  I just think about all the tears I cried when Freddie told me, "You have to tell your parents! You have to tell your mom!"  I didn't want to! They would know... They would know that I was... duh duh duh doing it.  Yuck.  Not something you want to talk to your parents about.
 Eventually, Freddie literally forced me to call my mom and through the tears I told her I was pregnant.  Even though, I knew at the back of my mind that they didn't like Freddie... Maybe I didn't even like Freddie.  But what was done was done... And I was having a baby.