Name Change?

Yesterday, I talked (texted) to Jarod and told him I had a blog.  His response?  "Are you sure you're ready to let people into your life?" Um, duhhh.  My dream?  To become a BRAVO Real Housewife of some odd region of the country and to be the crazy one. Then end up on the cover of OK! Magazine because of my apparent fail as a human being.  So, not really, but as much as I might deny it, I kinda like it when people wanna know my business.

After a few text exchanges, I was thinking about what I was probably going to write about and honestly, would have little to do with Jarod and Sammy (sorry for those who wanted that sort of an update) and more about what goes through my little head everyday and out my mouth to Brittni.  And let's be honest, Jarod and Sammy are never going to write this blog and I would rather not write for them.

Why did I decide on The Unexpected Mommy?  Because I am.

Laame post!  haha, of course I'll go into detail.  I know a lot of people were wondering what I was thinking.  Obviously, when I found out I was pregnant, I didn't know it was going to happen.  Actually, I was talking to Brittni and she said "I think you're pregnant... and you're going to have a boy!"  I immediately denied such a fact, but why did I think in any world I should second guess Britt's sixth sense.  That was stupid of me.  Jarod was surprisingly fine with it, but I was not.  I refused to go to the doctor, mostly because I knew I wasn't covered by any of my health insurance policies to go for a prenatal visit and slightly because I wanted to deny what was going to be Sam.

Cut to several months down the road... I still didn't tell anyone.  At this point, it was no longer because I didn't want to think about the baby, but because I just didn't want to tell anyone.  If Jarod and I were married for 5 years and THEN I found out I was pregnant, I probably would feel just as awkward telling anyone I was pregnant.  And let's be honest, I have about 5 friends, who, I'm sure are the only ones who are reading this right now.  And I think I told all of them by the fifth month.

Anyway, before this story gets way too long with too many explanations, I'll make this long story short: I unexpectedly found myself as a mother and I kinda like it.