Then two days ago, Kelly came by wanting to talk to me in private. In normal fashion, I joked "you better not be pregnant," as that is my worst fear for her right now. She ran away. Fortunately, she came back and showed me the stick like a grown-up. I always envisioned that moment as us hugging and hollering with joy. However, I also always envisioned her being about 23 and married. The first thing I did was cry and then see how she felt. She is anti-abortion so that matter was settled. Next she informed me that they were happy about the baby and she'd be keeping it. It took a bit of discussion to make her realize that even though we totally believe in marriage, it may not be a good idea at this moment. This is the same guy who broke up with her twice last year. They've only been back together a few weeks so I don't have a lot of trust in him. NO, I did not yell, but in my usual passive-aggressive way I made sure that they both knew how unhappy I am about the situation. I've spent two days grieving the loss of her freedom and opportunities.
She will still go to college even if I have to drag her there by her hair. I don't think I'll have to though, she is very interested in going for a "computer graphic design" certificate at CCAC. It will take 2 semesters and will allow her to use her love of photography and art.
I have finally come to terms with the situation. What other choice do I have? When I say that that morning was the worst of my life, I in no way want anyone to think that I will not love my grandchild, I just wish I had a few more years rather than months before I met said grandchild.
Kelly is due on Valentine's day. That is the day we brought my little sweetheart home from the hospital in 1992. Today, I bought the first of many gifts for our little monkey. A bib, car seat cover, and shoulder strap covers. Yes, the bib says "I love Grandma."
Glenn and I are having a hard time deciding what we want to be called. There is no "grandmotherly" name that fits me. Not even Granny, Aunt Sharon! I think MaMa will be it as Kelly calls me Momma. We already have a Grandma and a Nana. I'm not a Nan and everytime I hear Gram I think of Glenn's Gram and mine whom I miss dearly even 6 years later.
In my heart, I'm hoping for a girl (Kelly is too) but I will love him if he's a boy. Cameron has already promised to read to the baby and teach him/her how to skate and play hockey when the time comes. He has committed to babysitting for free when he turns 14. Let's see how that turns out when the time comes. A 2 year old will not be easy and they way he likes to buy games, he'll be hitting her up for cash I'm sure.
With all the drama we have been through in the past 4 years I feared that when this did happen Kelly would not allow me to be involved, in fact, she unequivocally stated that that would be the case. I'm excited to say that her claim is false and she calls on me often throughout the day and I actually see her more often than I did in the past few weeks. She has even said that despite her claims that I will not be in the room for the labor and possible birth, she probably will need her Momma and she'll change her mind. I'm hoping she does. I think she knows that no matter what we go through, I always have her back and I am here for her. She is my schmoopie and I love her dearly.
I am also happy to say that she has quit smoking and her boyfriend is quitting as soon as he uses up the current stock of cigarettes. Little blessings. :>
Kelly and I will start to record her belly growth in photos soon and post on facebook much like Laurel does. I am looking forward to seeing the changes both physically and emotionally that she will go through over the next 8 months. I will try to update my blog as often as I receive information.
In other news we took a family trip to Hershey Park on Friday and my mom met my sister, Tammy and her daughter. We got to ride about a half dozen rollercoasters and I even went down 2 waterslides. We all got sunburned and Cam and I are still peeling on our faces. Good thing pics were taken before the trip.
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