It all started when I heard the voice of the school's secretary over the intercom. As I walked down to the office, I wondered if it was my mom calling to say she had had her baby. She had told me a couple of days before that she thought she was going to have the baby some time that week. I couldn't really decide on my feelings towards the news I thought I was about to receive. Sure enough, when I picked up the phone, it was my mom. She did indeed have her baby. Part of me was really happy, but I also knew things were going to be different. I didn't know whether it was for better or worse.
Looking back, I still remember the day I first found out I wasn’t going to be an only child. We were in the truck getting ready to leave the restaurant, when my mom's husband, Eric, turned to me and said, "I have got some good news, Stacy is pregnant." My jaw dropped. I tried to hold back the tears that were so close to emerging from my eyes. They asked what I thought about her having another baby. What was I supposed to say, I don't think you should have it? Once we started driving, I no longer held back the tears. All that I could think about was how this was going to change everything. I thought that my mom's attention would be even more occupied than it already was. How could she possibly have any time to spend with me having a baby around? My mom's voice interrupted my pity party,
"Gabby what's wrong?" I couldn't say anything. I was not happy for her at all. I resented her having another baby.
Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. I tried not to give any interest in the pregnancy of my new brother. I had to prove that I was right and that she was wrong to have another child. So I began to be my spoiled, bratty self, to make her feel like sympathy towards me. So whenever she would mention the baby or ask me questions about how I thought about wallpapering the baby's new room should be or if I liked the...