Well, so I went all day playing it all in my head on what I would do. Who I would tell. I talked to my sister right away and threw it all out there. We were not in agreement as far as who I should tell when - but I knew I had to tell the dad and I had no clue how. He is already a father of 3 BEAUTIFUL children - and one more would kill him.
So I freaked out all day. Cried, drove around, smoked, drove around, until late that evening I ended up at his house and asked him to go for a walk. At least where we walk is peaceful. So, I said "what is the worst possible thing that could happen to us right now?" If it was light out, I am sure he would have went pale. I bet he was. We walked, sat, and talked a little but it was mostly silent, except for the sound of me rambling on and on a mile a minute. Eventually we decided to wait to tell people until we knew for sure.
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