28.9 & Pregnant

If you would have told the 16 year old me that I would be nearly 28 when I got married, my knees would have buckled out from under me. Likewise, if you would have mentioned that I’d be 29.5 having my first child, I’d straight out pass out.

“That’s almost… 30! That’s… so… OLD!”

And while I may be older than an average American mom, I can’t imagine it any other way.

I took a lot of the principles from my “Worth Waiting For” group and applied them to my own personal life. I’m not saying that I waited till my wedding night (love yall, but it aint none of yo business anyways!) BUT, I will say that a lot of what I learned and taught about some 10+ years ago proved to be true.

I met a man that I couldn’t imagine sharing the rest of my life without. In that loving, committed marriage, we made the decision to create a life, a child, together. 

The thought of becoming a mother, even now at my age, is overwhelming at times. I’m experiencing the real joy, excitement and even fears of impending motherhood. I just can’t imagine dealing with all these feelings at a young age of 16. Even 19. Hell, even 25.

In my teenage years, sure, sex crossed my mind, but I had better plans in life that didn’t include carrying a baby along the way. I was a fortunate one who made the sometimes hard decision to wait for the right time.

I had the ability to experience college in a college age. I did the sorority thing. I had the late nights and the early mornings. I did the overkill on Domino’s and Chic-fil-a. I walked across a stage and received a well-earned diploma. I moved to a big city, lived by myself, and experienced corporate America. I did everything I had planned for myself.

I feel like I owe a lot of my young choices to proper education about pre-marital sex and, my mother being open and honest with me about the subject, and a supportive group of friends who focused on other things in high school other than teen sex.

I like to think it truly paid off. And while looking 30 in the face and carrying my first child wasn’t in the 16 year old Jenn’s realm of thinking, I just can’t imagine it any other way.

THIS is what it feels like when it’s meant to be.

~Jenn