I was relieved 'cause it meant I no longer had to worry about getting pregnant -- there was no more doubt.
I was happy 'cause I could feel the spirit of my baby, and I felt a exquisite joy to be so near to such a wonderful being.
I was sad because this meant my body would change forever, and I hadn't gotten to model as much as I wanted, and I didn't know if I'd look as beautiful later.
I was afraid that the baby would feel rejected if I worried about finances.
I was afraid that Ben would feel so pressured by having another someone to take care of.
I was kinda mad because I wanted to party, dammit!
I was pissed because I had unwillingly joined the ranks of young baby-having married couples.
I was disappointed because I wanted to be able to travel easily, and traveling with 'childens' is NOT easy.
But I woke up wishing I was pregnant. And being glad I wasn't.
Wanting to be pregnant, but not have to raise a kid right now.