Meet Leah, a beautiful, independent 26 year old. With an up and coming career at The Edge magazine as a fashion blogger/writer and a new life as a single girl in NYC, she's at the top pf her game and no one can stop her. High powered career,love on the horizon, great friends, and enjoying the time of her life, everything was falling into place just like she planned. Or at least, until that second pink line showed up.......

CHAPTER TWO

               No. It must be defective. Things come out defective all the time, I thought. I scrambled to pull out my trusty datebook/planner, as for some reason I refuse to used to the fact that you can write appointments and things in your blackberry instead of writing it in a planner like the old fashioned way. I'm a writer, it's in my blood, I can't help that.

I anxiously turned each page as I scrambled to look for the words "FIRST" in red, a little trick I use for myself to remember the first day of my last period. April 3rd.....What day's today??? I thought. Maybe I'm mixing up dates. Yeah, that's it! My dates are off! The date today really isn't May 17. No, it can't be.

But knowing myself better than anyone, I know that being the mega organized type A that I am I wrote down FIRST on that April 3rd without a doubt, making me officially 14 days late for my period, and making that second pink line on the test NOT defective.

Oh. My. Gosh. How did this happen?? Well, I know how it happened. Two bottles of Champagne, a job promotion, and a boyfriend just back from 3 weeks in England is how it happened. But we were so careful! I angrily screamed to myself. Apparently not careful enough....

I collapsed to my knees on the floor next to the small plastic stick that held the road of my future. What's Alex going to think? We've only been dating a year, and now here comes this bombshell? And what about me? I just got promoted to do some written pieces for The Edges'  "What to Watch!" fashion column. I can't leave something like that! I've been dying for an opportunity like this since I was an English undergrad.

Looking around at the pile of magazines in the basket on that same bathroom floor I catch a glimpse of Posh Spice and her 3 kiddos. Ah, my Posh. Beautfiul, fashionable, my role model. Also a mother. I sat up straight on that bathroom floor and shook my head. Get it together, Leah. I thought. If she and all the other millions of celeb moms can pull of being a mom and having a career and looking awesome while doing it can do it, so can I! I mean, it shouldn't be that hard to have a kid, right? Otherwise no one would have them.