So, I guess the people would like to know how this all happened?
 Me and Kyle have known each other vaguely for around 4 years. We've gone to the same church but never really talked to each other until around December. Our first date was February 13th, then we went out the next night, and the next night. I fell in love with him really quick. I had never dated a younger guy, and even though he's only 9 months younger than me, it made me wonder if I should have gone for the younger guy all along :) But, I think it's just with Kyle I could ever feel this way. He was always an absolute gentleman. He paid for everything, [still does], opens the car door for me, listens to me, hates arguing with me. I adored his parents, and luckily they liked me too. My parents love Kyle, so things finally worked out for me in the potential mother-in-law crisis. SO ...
I don't reckon I'll have to tell you how babies are made, right?    I had been sick since around the begining of May. I thought I may have had a virus or something, so I didn't go to a doctor. Finally, it got to the point where I couldn't even make it through a whole day at work. I left early on a Monday, and wound up calling in sick Tuesday through Thursday. All of my co-workers, which included two of my cousin, told me to go get a pregnancy test. I wasn't about to admit to my big mouthed cousins that I was having sex, so I didn't buy one. 
I started feeling better the next week, and I went back into work only to end up leaving early again. The smells were getting to me, I was nauseated, vomiting, I felt like I was going to pass out. So, that friday I left work, wentto CVS to pick up a pregnancy test. I went to a local gas station to take it, but it came out looking "half-positive". I didn't tell anybody except for my best friend Anna and Kyle. The next morning, my mother asked me if I was sure I wasn't pregnant. So, I finally told her there was a possibility. I had to tell Daddy, which is really not easy! and he went to buy me an "EPT Certainty Test". Kyle came over that afternoon, and while he and my parents were at the dinner table, I was in the bathroom peeing on a stick. I put it on the corner of the sink, trying hard not to stare at it for three minutes. I knew my life could change right there in that bathroom depending on what that ridiculous little stick had to say. After the longest three minutes of my life, I finally stood up to look at it. PREGNANT
it said.
And things haven't been the same since. 
Kyle proposed to me this past Saturday night. He said "I don't have a speech full of cliche's. All I know is that I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Of course I squealed and I stared at the thing for a while. I immediatly texted everyone I knew ;) Today, was my first Doctors Appointment.
She said I am 9/10 weeks, but I have to
come back on Tuesday for an ultrasound,
and then we should know for sure. <3 | 
True
somehow. [Trust me, it doesn't.] But then, you begin to tell other people about your sickness and you will hear the most demented home remedies to cure this incurable illness. The latest one, which has come from my future MIL [God love her], is to drink pickle juice. As much as I love her, and as much as I love pickles ... there's no way you're going to ask an already sick pregnant woman to do that. It's cruel and unusual to those of us with child.
