I have always wanted to be a stay at home mom. My mom laughed at me when I was 15 and saying "I want to be a stay at home mom when I grow up." She told me I couldn't be just a stay at home mom. True you need kids and a supportive partner who is working to make that happen. So I knew I had to have a plan until that was a possibility.

I didn't know what else I wanted to do and whenever I came across something interesting I'd jump on it but the excitement would fizzle quickly and leave only the fact that it wasn't what I wanted to do. I went from marine biology to dolphin training to photography to ultrasound technician and so on and so forth.

Ultrasound technician ended up sticking with me longer because I found a college to go to when I finally graduated high school at 18(I had to take an extra year to make up failed classes due to my laziness, I turned 19 that summer). So I signed up for classes last minute and moved into the dorms anxious to be out on my own even if it was only while I was in school. A week before moving I had met up with an old high school crush and had been avoiding the idea of a long distance relationship. However we had clicked so well I decided to give it a try and I told him so the day he helped me move into my dorm. A month or so later I began realizing that I loved the classes but I was going to school for the wrong job. I didn't want to take pictures of people's hearts and babies. I didn't want to be in the medical feild at all really. I just wanted to help people. More than anything, I wanted to be the one getting ultrasounds of my baby.

So my grades began slipping and I began considering quitting school. I didn't want to go back home to live with my parents and hear the nagging and complaining about the time I wasted and how I needed to go back to school. The reason I had forced myself into going to school for something I didn't want to do was really because my parents would have given me hell if I didn't. So at first I thought I would just stay in school and do something I hated rather than nothing. Then I started talking to my boyfriend about how I felt and he suggested I drop out and move in with him. He was getting his first apartment and thought it would be a great idea. I was so excited, even though I knew I would owe money to the school for pointless classes. My parents were not thrilled and my dad wanted to yell at me and say that if anything happened I could not move back home, but my mom stopped him. He says now that he was worried I would end up pregnant and he would leave me.

So when a series of events led to me finding out I was pregnant, I told my dad and told him of our plans to get married in a month. I expected yelling and disappointment and all kinds of things but he just said okay. I guess because I was getting married he was fine with it but didn't want to seem overjoyed about an unplanned pregnancy. So I was pregnant and getting married at 19... young, I know, but I had always wanted to start young.

After 6 months of dating my boyfriend and I got married on March 25th, 2006. This was not just because I was pregnant. We had planned on getting married in a year or so but when we found out about the pregnancy we decided it was best to get married ASAP so I could be on his insurance and still be able to wear the dress I already had bought and tailored for me(it's a long story).

A week overdue I gave birth to a healthy baby boy, on November 3rd, 2006 at 20 years old. He was 8 pounds 8 ounces, 21 and a half inches long, and we were so happy to see he got mommy's nose instead of daddy's! We named him Aiden. When my son was 4 months old I had been worrying I was pregnant again for a little while. I was tired all the time and I just felt pregnant. I first took a test that was negative but I was pretty sure I screwed it up because I just barely was able to pee on it enough. I waited a week and tested again and sure enough it was positive. We were pregnant AGAIN!

We kept it a secret from pretty much everyone except my friend who was helping by taking me to my OB. I was afraid to tell anyone not only because of their reaction but also because being so close together I figured I would end up miscarrying. One night while holding my son I felt a gush like I had started my period. I handed him to my husband and ran to the bathroom to check. I had started bleeding and not just spotting. I made an urgent appointment the next morning and my doctor told me from my ultrasound that at only 13 weeks I had placenta previa. I was devastated thinking I would lose the baby despite the reassurance of my doctor. I had just started telling people except for my mother in law with whom we lived. I told her that afternoon after my appointment and it was a good thing because I was given instructions to go to the ER if certain things happened and that night one of those things did. We didn't lose the baby but several months of random ER visits for possible miscarriages and worrying and bed rest led to the placenta previa healing on July 1st, 2007.

On October 29th, 2007 after 7 hours of labor and only 5 minutes of pushing our little girl Keeley was born nine days early at 7 pounds 9 ounces, 19 and a half inches and again with mommy's nose. I had now become a mother of two under 1(5 days short of a year apart) at 21 years old.

I have now been staying at home since January 2006 and a stay at home mom since November 2006. I love it despite the ups and downs and trying times. No job could ever be more rewarding. The only thing I miss is making money and the consistent adult conversation.

From the criticism my mother in law gave me about being a bad mother to a friend betraying me and getting CPS called on me for something that happened while she had my kids at playgroup. Through the depression when my daughter was six months old and my husband losing his job with no warning because his company was downsizing suddenly. No matter what I always knew I would have my kids and if I couldn't stay at home any longer at least I had been fortunate enough to be able to until now.

At this point I am looking for a legitimate work at home job and hoping to find something both my husband and I can do so we can both stay home with the kids. I love staying at home with my kids and if I could make money and still do that and even share that joy with my husband what could be better? In my opinion, nothing!

We still plan to have one more child of own that we have agreed not to even start trying for until our youngest turns 3. Of course, we won't start trying even then if we can't afford another child or don't have the room but, at least on my end, readiness for the third child won't be a problem. I have always wanted a big family and we agreed on 4 kids. We only plan on three of our own because I want to adopt a child eventually. It might not happen but if it doesn't then I will still have 3 of my own and only three pregnancies worth of damage to my body. Not that one more would make much difference, but I'd rather stop at 3 and get my tubes tied leaving the option to adopt the fourth child or just stick with three.

Most of my life has not gone according to plan but I wouldn't change any of it for the world. No matter what I have my family and with them I can get through anything. They give me every reason to make the best out of life. And I do my best to give as much back to them by staying at home and taking care of them and generally the way things run in all of our lives. Now if only I could get myself more organized and start making money online!