Blake decides to drive while I play navigator with my phone. I don't know why he's given me this job, I supposed I can't be trusted to drive there? I'm a horrible navigator, though. I managed to get Kyle to turn down the wrong way despite the device listing out directions on the top of the screen. I suppose this could be a hidden talent of mine?

I type in the address listed on the pamphlet and wait for the device to load the route. When it's up and running, Blake reverses out the driveway and heads off. I press buttons on the stereo until twenty-one pilot's starts playing.

From the corner of my eye, I see Blake roll his eyes which makes me laugh.

"Aren't you tired of listening to their music?" he asks.

"Nope, never." I shake my head. "I think it's important that our little one grows up listening to good music. She's going to be a certified rocker when she comes out." I giggle.

"Aren't you supposed to play classical music, or something?" asks Blake.

"I'm going to give her a couple more weeks before we start learning French," I say.

"Seriously?" Blake frowns.

"I'm just kidding, chill out." I laugh. "Would you prefer Japanese more?" With a stiff shake to his head, Blake indicates to turn right and shoots off. I lean back in the chair and listen to the music and try not to freak out.

I've never been good with people, so meeting a room full of new people is daunting by myself. I know I should suck it up and get through it, but it doesn't stop me from feeling scared. I'd rather be the one listening, I've always been a follower in that sense. Well, depends on the situation.

Within fifteen minutes, Blake and I pull up in front of a large house. He parks at the bottom of the driveway. I give him my best pleading eyes as a last ditch effort, but the stern look on Blake's face continues. He's not going to let me back in that car until I've gone inside and talked about my problems.

"I'll see you soon," he says.

"You suck."

"I love you, baby." Getting out of the car, I walk up towards the house the bright white house. I look over my shoulder and see Blake waving at me in the car. The door suddenly opens and Eden walks out to great me. She waddles over and grips me into a tight friendly hug.

"You can invite your partner in if you like. We've got all the fathers outside playing with the children," she says.

"Are you sure?" I smile, excitement building up inside me.

"Sure." She nods her head.

With a wide grin on my face, I look over and motion for Blake to come. He kills the car engine and steps out. He walks towards us and casually greats, Eden.

"Hi, I'm Blake."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Eden. Welcome to the group. Would you like to come inside? The fathers are out back playing with the children," she explains.

"Sure." He nods his head.

Eden walks ahead with Blake and I trailing behind. Eden invites us into her home and takes us down a hall which opens up to a kitchen and a lounge room. The large open windows show the children and men standing outside. Here's a one chasing other children around, while a solid clump of them are sitting down talking.

"I'll introduce you to them," says Eden.

"Don't let me hold you ladies up." Blake opens the back door and strides out. I watch him walk over to the group and instantly insert himself in like a long lost friend. I'm envious of Blake's people skills. He could really talk himself in and out of things easily.

"I'll introduce you to the girls." Eden offers me a seat on a single couch which brings me comfort. There are four other ladies sitting around, they don't look too happy, but they're all very pregnant. I'm going to be the only pregnant one in a couple of months . . . maybe I should find another group? I feel like the odd duck right now.

There's another single seater across from me and a larger four-seater couch with the four ladies sitting down – each one just as pregnant as the next.

"Ava, this is Blair, Bree, Grace, and August," Eden introduces.

"Hi," they chime together.

"I'll start with my intro." Smiles Grace. "I'm due in a couple of weeks now, and we're having a little girl," she explains, flicking her light blonde hair over her shoulder. She gives me that very positive, upbeat vibe a cheerleader mum might have. She's instantly likable, so it works.

"Three months to go, thankfully." Bree rolls her brown eyes. "Our little man is so impatient, he's always kicking at night time, ugh." She rubs her swollen belly, then looks towards Blair expectantly.

"We're choosing to keep the baby's gender a surprise. I have one month left." Blair smiles, which shows her crooked teeth. Blair awkwardly runs her fingers through her dyed brown hair before turning to face August.

"The doctors have me on bed rest at the moment, I'm praying I pop this bugger out in the next couple of weeks." August shakes her head, which makes her short black hair flair out. "I'm only here because I'll go mad sitting alone in bed." She laughs.

"How about you, Ava?" asks Eden.

"Oh, um, nine weeks so far." I slightly smile.

"We'll keep the horror stories to a minimum." Laughs August.

"Don't be mean, Augs. Pregnancy is an amazing miracle," says Grace.

"She's breezing through her pregnancy, though, so she loves it. Some of us are suffering. I can't sleep, I always have to pee, and I can't see my feet. I can't wait to pop the baby and get into comfy clothing," adds Bree.

The girls go on about their horror stories, their awkward moments, and some amazing times they've had together. Part way through Bree's story about her accidental bathroom mistake, another woman walks into the room.

She's a lot younger than me and doesn't look pregnant, so that makes me feel better. Maybe I'd get to experience this with someone else. She's got short wavy brown hair and a slim petite figure which is quite different in this room full of bloated women.

"Charlotte, you're here." Eden tries to jump off the couch, but it takes her time to push herself up. The two awkwardly embrace before Charlotte takes a seat on the floor with her takeaway coffee cup.

"Char, this is Ava," says Eden. "Sometimes Char comes to the group to help out. She usually looks after the children when the boys are off doing whatever."

"Nice to meet you, Charlotte," I mumble.

I can't say I'm just the tiniest bit disappointed she's not expecting. She's about my age, maybe she'd relate on the whole teen parenting thing. I needed more than Tori to relate to about the teen thing. By the looks of it, these women might just be my step by step comedian guide to being pregnant. Lord, I know I need as much help as I can get!

Blake looks like he's having fun. The group of men seem to have gotten up and started playing with the children. There's a huge outdoor setting with slides, ropes, and swings to play on.

This group would easily become a parenting group, not just a one stop place for me to learn and talk about my problems. Maybe one day, our little one will play outside and go to school with the other children. Grow up and be best friends with someone.

Eden talks about her delivery method along with August. They're both going for complete opposite things. August wants to be in hospital to deliver her first baby, while Eden wants a calm water birth at home. She's talking about inviting everyone, and the thought of attending that freaks me out.

I know I'll be pushing out a baby in the nearing months, but I don't want to see a baby come out of someone else's downstairs. And filming? Nobody is poking a camera there . . . no, thank you.

At some point, Charlotte gets up to make drinks. Grace jumps onto the topics of names, which makes me laugh. Finally, one thing I can sort of relate to.

"Do you have any names in mind, Ava?" asks Grace.

"Blake's mother wants a little Paris."

"Aw, that's so cute!" Squeals Bree. "Why Paris, what if you have a boy?"

"Blake's other daughter is called London, so it would be cute to match their names up, you know? I've always wanted to travel to Paris with my brother. For a boy, I don't know." I frown. "Dallas seems like an alright name at the moment."

"Those names are totally adorable," says Bree.

"Thanks." I smile.

At the end of the group, they get up and hug each other. All of them give me hugs before walking outside to greet their children and partners. Eden hangs back to clean up the mess, so I help her. I grab the cups off the table and take them to the kitchen.

"Thanks for helping, hun."

"No worries. Thanks for suggesting the group to me. I've really enjoyed myself."

"I hope to see you next week!"

"I'll be here, and with our daughter, London. She's coming back to us on Monday," I reply.

"I'm excited to meet her! Every second weekend, we switch it up so the guys can go and do whatever. Next week we're doing fun activities with the children."

"Okay, awesome."

Blake comes running inside, puffed and out of breath.

"Can you believe a small child has more energy than me? I used to train all the time for sport and now I'm huffing." Blake shakes his head with amaze.

"Children will do that to you!" Laughs Eden.

"We should get going," I add, hinting at Blake it's time for us to leave.

"Sure." Nods Blake.

We wave goodbye to the group outside and Eden shows us out the front door. Blake wraps his arm around my neck and tugs me to his side.

"Was that really painful?"

"So painfully." I shake my head and giggle. "I have a feeling Eden is going to be inviting us around to her birthing." I still shiver at the thought. I'd come at the beginning, maybe say hi and leave a present. I don't know how much support I'll be passed out on the floor.

"You can go alone to that one," replies Blake. "Watching Tori give birth was scaring enough."

"What about me?" I dig my elbow into his side.

"I was hoping to be out of town." He chuckles. "Maybe throw our mothers into the room and hide?"

"No way! Those two aren't coming inside, I don't want them looking . . . you know where." I blush at the thought of his mother looking at my private parts. Sure, I could live with a doctor, but not Angela. I'd forever be scared by that moment. What if I poo? I don't want Angela seeing that.

"Mum fought her way in for Tori, which I'm sure she's thankful for. Tori's mother got held up in traffic, so she missed most of the birth," explains Blake. "Mum really helped her get through it."

"No parents."

"Are –"

"No parents or the kind inside the room."

"Have fun telling our mothers that." He snickers cheekily.

Blake and I get inside the car and set up for the drive home. Blake tries to put on his music, but as soon as we're driving, I hit the C.D button and put on my own music. He playfully pouts at me, which earns him a smile in return. I hold onto Blake's free hand as we drive along.

As I look outside the window at the houses flashing past, I think maybe, just maybe . . . we'll make it out of this together. Blake and I always seem to find our way back together one baby step at a time.

Now that they've come to terms with it, do you think they'll be telling their parents soon? Any theories on how it will go?

Do you have any funny pregnancy stories? (could be a friend, family, yourself, etc). I'm excited to read about them!