Over the next several weeks, not much had happened. Life went on exactly as it had before the news of the baby. My mother finally told my brother about the baby last week. He took the news well, and to everyones surprise, he did not comment about the fact that I would be the baby's mother after he or she was born.

It was probably my mother's third month when we had a major argument. I remember it very clearly. I was in my bedroom working on a twenty page essay that was due the next day. I had nearly finished it when my mother yelled for me to come downstairs. I had been working on this essay since I got home from my class that let out at two thirty. It had been nearly three in the afternoon when I had gotten home. I had grabbed a quick snack and then gone upstairs to finish the essay that my college professor had unfairly assigned the night before. He did this quite often and it was always a challenge to finish them on time and get all of my other homework done at the same time.
Anyway, my mother called me downstairs. I grumbled looking at the time on my phone. It was after nine. Strange, I thought, because my mom is usually upstairs by then. I came down to find my mother fuming in the kitchen. I knew that I would have to keep calm and not react emotionally to the situation. That would only make things worse.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"What do you think is wrong? Take a look around!" I looked around. The kitchen was pretty messy, but I had been upstairs or in class since before lunchtime that day. I had not paid much attention to it when I got home. All I had been thinking about had been the essay.
"The kitchen?"
"How do you expect to have time to raise a child if you do not even have time to help around the house? Raising a child is not a part time job. It takes a lot of time and effort."
"I know. Look, I'm sorry. I'll clean it up right now," I say going over to the sink to begin on the kitchen. She huffs at me and goes upstairs. I dig my fingernails into my palms to avoid screaming at her that the kitchen is not a baby. What never fails to amaze me is how she never seems to make my brother do anything around the house. Fine, I admit that this was not a major argument, but it could easily have become one, and that is what makes me realize how much I have matured since the beginning of the pregnancy. I know that before the baby, I would have made this into a big fight, but I didn't this time.

A/N: there is a time jump after this chapter. Please feel free to comment with grammatical errors:) This story is unedited.