That Time I Became A Teen Mom, Part 2

July 21st, 2007 was a beautiful day. I remember how the sun filtered in through the windows of my dad’s truck as he drove me from Farmington down to Harrison, the town where I grew up and my parents still lived. I stuck a hand outside and felt the warm air push it back.

It had been less than 24 hours since I had called my mom to tell her I was pregnant. Earlier in the week, before everything was…