Okay ladies here's my story... 27 year old freelance artist/explorer, met my babies dad in January, we moved out of an apartment that he moved in with me at and into a van. Yes a van- like those crazy solar powered tiny houses you see on Insta and TV. Buttttt the van was just a plain work van that was gutted to the frame and we took a trip to build it out. So, that begins April 4th, we travel and build, travel and build and fast-forward 4 months to August... BOOM I'm pregnant, but of course I dont know it yet. We go see the solar eclipse, totally lifechanging and head back to LA (home) for fall/winter, September is here but my period isnt so I take the test and find out I'm pregnant on September 11, mind you we are still in the van. My boyfriend/babydaddy was offered a job the first day we got back and worked 52 hours, 7 days in a row without knowing his wage (long story short the owner kept dicking him around and not answering him about it when he asked) and ended up making $500 bucks for all that time. He's been able to spend less time and get more money doing freelance work this week so I'm hopeful yet. I've been to my first prenatal but they weren't able to do an ultrasound so I had to be referred so I'm kinda bummed I don't have a picture of my little peanut yet!
Anyways, I feel totally lost, confused, hopeful, excited and full knowing I'm pregnant regardless of if TODAY I dont feel or appear to have my shit together enough to do this. I am proud of myself for what I've come through in my 27 years and although this next 18 will be my most challenging yet I couldnt be happier to take on the challenge and know I'm gonna do a great job.
PS If any of my ladies need pregnancy, newborn, baby shower, or family photos let me know! I'd love to get to know some of you and give you photos youll cherish forever. 💕💕🌸