As I continue my story, it’s time to share a piece directly from my book about my unplanned pregnancy which I dealt with when I was nineteen years old. The title is God and Your Pillow because those are the only two who really knew all of my heart, soul, and mind during this difficult time.
My last post shared what got me to finally make the hardest thing I’ve ever had to make: a phone call.
Ring, ring. Ring, ring. Ring, ri…
It was him. It hit me hard. It’s him.
“Hello.” Does he recognize my voice? “Is this Greg?”
“Yes, it is. Is this Marianne?” I could tell from his tone of voice that he was surprised.
“Yes, it is.”
“Oh. Well, hello.”
Should I talk about the weather for a spell? No.
“If you’re wondering why I’m calling, I’m, I’m calling to let you know I’m pregnant and that the the baby is yours.
“You’re . . . pregnant?”
A little space between those words.
Silence. I knew I needed to allow him a little time to breathe and come out of shock, but finally I had to say something. I said, a bit slower than normal, “So, what are you thinking?”