The first person I told that I was pregnant was one of my co-workers, Shianne. I was bursting at the seams to tell SOMEONE, and I knew that Shianne was a VAULT. After I took the second test and was 100% sure, I gave her a text and she responded back with a very happy "Congratulations!".
Telling Shianne wasn't hard, but telling our parents...we were petrified. I want this to be known that us being pregnant wasn't something that we were "ashamed" of, and though we were petrified, it wasn't because we saw this as a mistake. It was and still is total fear of the unknown.
Initially we had decided we wouldn't tell anyone, even family, that I was expecting until we hit about 12 weeks. In reality, we told them the second day we knew. Before heading out to my parent's house to break the news we decided to tell our roommate Matt. We asked him to sit down, and I quietly showed him my positive test. His reaction was priceless. His eyes got big, and he looked up at Spencer and myself and said "What does this mean?" We then explained we were having a baby and that we were on our way to tell our families.
I won't go too in depth about how we told our families them or what their reactions were, but it went over very well on both sides. Now that we had the hard part out of the way we could relax and begin to enjoy the next 8 months.
The day after we told them the news, we went out and bought our first pregnancy book, "What to Expect When You're Expecting". It was finally starting to sink in that I was going to have our baby.
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