My birthday..

Well the night before my 21st. The fifth teenth of February I had a girls night with a new friend.. well it was fun we turned in for the night pretty early.. mind you though it's my 21st I have yet to drink. Well I woke up the next morning kinda groggy from not sleeping with my other half. My friend drove me home and I crawled into my sleeping fiancés bed. He was so adorable snoring away as I kissed him awake. After he woke up he asked if I was making breakfast. I was going to I just didn't know what to make yet. And all the sudden I felt so sick... I've been like almost a week late.. so this is frightening.. I laid in the bathroom for an hour puking my brains out praying to god that I'm not pregnant. I get enough energy to start toast and then instantly go back to the ground. I call for him and he immediately gets up. He gets me water and rubs my back till I'm back to my perky self. And I make the breakfast. Yeah it might seem lame to do that on my birthday. But its breath taking to have the one I've loved for so long by my side and finally alone. I talked to him. Unfortunately hes always joked about ten kids, we've had baby names picked. He's my other half. We are stable have out own house. I got a new job just started but damn I can't even get to my cats yet.. let alone be pregnant. Yes it's a blessing. But god I hope it's not real. If I don't bleed in the next few days I'll bring it up to him again to really make sure.. mrs. Day.. I like the sound of that ^^