With all of the drastic moves being made, finding out I was pregnant at the most pivotal time, blew me. I was living on the edge on purpose. Having a kid may have been the farthest thing from my mind. It was definitely a reality check. My ambitions & faith were really being put to the test. I'm not the type of person to say, "If it didn't work out as planned, God's sending a sign that it is not for me." I perceived this as another challenge. I had 7 months to reconstruct my plans. I refused to throw in the towel. What's for me is for me. This meant that me and my guy needed to get into a place fast. I didn't care if we opted into being someone's housemate. Operation, "Stay in the car & stack bread", was now over. At least, that's what I thought. Although I could've called it quits and go back home, I was homeless and knocked up. Go figure. As frightening as it was, I was up for the challenge. I just needed to panic first.