Being pregnant and while not married was not even a blip on my radar screen...until I attended a huge Italian funeral with the BF. I do have to say everyone was very nice (and this Irish gal has never been kissed and hugged so much in one day ever), but there's nothing like a huge event with serious religious overtones to make one feel a bit self conscious about one's...transgressions.
Also, I never thought I'd be in the position of planning a boyfriend's 50th birthday party while decorating a nursery for our baby. I'm happy about it...but it does have a certain "Holy shit" feel to it.
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