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So for those who don't already know [which is most of you basically] I have had some BIG life changes in the last month... Let's see where to begin; I became a new mom [first timer] to a beautiful baby boy who was a surprise baby and I also call him my miracle baby and then I moved back to my parents to help get more support [yes the father and j are still happily together] and balance my life again. Whoever is reading this, you're probably wondering what the eff does she mean by surprise / miracle baby. WELL let me tell you! On June 13th I found out I was pregnant by taking a home test, on June 16th I went to the clinic to see how far along I was and the doctor there set me up for an ultrasound but said he was assuming I was VERY pregnant [anywhere from 36-38wks, which means ALMOST DUE] so I was freaking out, when I told my parents though they were very supportive and offered to let me and the baby move back to their place in my hometown until we got situated etc. Then on June 20th we had our very first ultrasound, where the tech told us she couldn't really get a good picture because I was THAT far along, so the next day we met with an OB at the clinic [who referred us to an OB in the hospital who would be the delivery doctor] and he estimated I was 34-37wks pregnant, so off we went for another ultra sound on June28th and ended up with the same results [meanwhile I was still working full time at my daycare job and had my last day scheduled for June 29th once they knew I was expecting and that I was that far along] that evening I got a call from the OB who was suppose to be my delivery doctor [who I was suppose to meet July4th] and she told me I was losing a lot of the amniotic fluid around the baby and needed to get looked at and monitored and possibly admitted that night to have the baby. So my boyfriend and I called my mom then rushed to the hospital [where my parents had to drive an hour to meet us] at 9pm we were told the baby had to be hooked up to a heart monitor and I would get an ultrasound etc, at 12am they told us they were admitting me and at 3am they tried to induce me but I had no water [amniotic fluid] to break, this whole time I had an IV hooked up to me and a heart monitor for the baby and a nurse was in my delivery room the whole time to monitor myself and the baby [scariest moment of my life, not only was I having a baby, but was be closely monitored JUST incase]. At 4:29pm on June29th I was blessed with a beautiful baby boy, who was healthy and full term hence why he is my surprise and miracle baby. Most of you are probably going HOW DID YOU NOT KNOW?!? Well this is because I had NO symptoms or signs of pregnancy [yes I was spotting and missed periods but that happens if I'm stressed so I don't think anything of it] and I didn't start showing until just before I was due. So now I'm adjusting to having a baby and living back at my parents where I feel like I'm being monitored or treated like a teenager or something, I mean I'm soooooo grateful for their help when I need it but sometimes I want to pull my hair out hah.