I finally told my grandpa about the pregnancy. Well, actually a piece of paper with my handwriting told him. I was planning on just dropping it off and leaving but he wouldn't let me leave until he read it. Now, I've known this man for 18 years and I would have never EVER expected the kind of response I got.

"You're taking this in the wrong percpective." he said
"Huh?"
"Why would I be mad?"
I stared at him.
"You've got to think about it from my point of view. You're making me a great-grandfather." and he started laughing.

He also made me think about something. If I give this baby up for adoption and I have 1 little ounch of doubt in me, I'll regret it for the rest of my life. I know what I want to do now. I'm going to keep it. I have way too much doubt about this whole adoption thing. I know there's no way in hell I can go through life knowing that *my* child is out there somewhere. Whether he/she be shooting up heroin or curing fucking aids, I want to be there to smack him/her or congratulate if you get what I'm saying.

Sorry, I'm rambling but I'll close this now.

-n0fx