25 cents.

I'm bleeding. Not what you want to see the day after you are told you are pregnant. To be overly specific, I bled a dime, a nickel and then another dime. So... does this 25 cents in my panties mean the end of a very quick excitement in my life? Made the mistake of Googling it. Note to self: stop Googling things regarding pregnancy. Way too many horror stories. Turned off the computer and turned to prayer. I trust that whatever God allows to happen in my life, whether good or bad in my opinion, will be the best for me. I also asked Darnell to pray as I was having "female issues". I wasn't ready to tell him. Father's Day is coming up and it would be cool to tell him he is going to be a dad, but I also want to do it face-to-face and see his reaction. He can be short on words at times and show little excitement, so I knew his response might disappoint if done over the phone. "Hey guess what?" "Chicken butt." "You're gonna be a DAD!" "Oh, cool." See? Nah, I'll wait.