I found out I was pregnant seven days after my wedding. I was on honeymoon with my family.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Finding out I was pregnant was one of the most joyous moments in my life. I will never forget it.
I got married quite early. And then I had a son. I had a family. And this may be hard to believe, but I am a complete family kinda girl.
I was 21 and had been going out with my boyfriend for two years when I found out I was pregnant - despite being told by doctors that I was sterile. Jamie's father and I hadn't discussed marriage, and to me, it wasn't something to be entered into just to stop gossip.
I was born out of a Vegas marriage: My parents got married three days after they met.
My own pregnancies were all about me, me, me. My aches, my pains, my swollen feet, and my body that looked like the Michelin Man.
I got married because it was the right time and the right thing to do.
I became pregnant by my first love at 17 and did what my parents thought was the right thing. I married him. My first husband and I moved to Janesville, Wis., where he worked in a Chrysler plant.
I had friends of mine tell me they had a baby, and I didn't even know they were pregnant.
The only day I remember of my parents' marriage was the day my dad walked out. As I stood there at five years old, with my older sister and younger brother, I knew that he was gone.
We got off the Clash of the Titans tour and I said that my wife and I were working on having a baby and sure enough we found out that she was pregnant. So I told them nine months in advance that I wasn't going to tour in September so I could witness the birth of my first son.