Deciding to Change POV

In my Character Sketch–Katnes Marie Chasseur post I mentioned how hard a time I was having to decide if I would rewrite the story from first person POV to third person POV limited. Third person POV limited is how my Co-Author Harlow Hunter and I write our current *Bear and Hunter* Series.  She does the character of Ursa and I do the character of Katnes.

I don’t have much of Katnes’ story written yet. However, it is enough to be a pain in the butt if I change the POV.

Here is an excerpt (of a first draft) of what I currently have written in first person POV and I request that you kindly give me your thoughts. While I know I have to make the decision sometimes outside help from readers and potential readers is helpful.

I stare at the double pink lines. This cannot be happening. My breathing starts to become erratic as I feel the panic rising in me. My grasp tightens on the horrible plastic stick. Breathe, Katnes. I calm myself down enough to do what I need to do to get rid of the evidence. Once that is done and I am no longer staring at the positive test result I can think. There is no way in I am telling Gale before I am sure 100%. My phone is shaking in my hand but I manage to dial the doctor’s office.

I set up the appointment as soon as they can get me in. Two weeks of uncertain hell.  I think about how it will change my life if it turns out to be true. While I would love kids I don’t know that now is the time or if Gale is the right person. I know we have been together over about a year and a half…closer to two years now that I think about it. We do live together but that doesn’t mean he should be the father of my children.

The fact that I don’t consider it our child speaks volumes. Maybe I should simply not tell him. Maybe I could leave him. Maybe I should leave him, pregnant or not. I shake my head as I walk into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. I’m in too deep at this point to leave. There are too many loose ends that need to be tied first.  Flimsy excuses even in my own head. At what point did I become beholden to a place, a settled way of life?  I snort at that last thought. Life with Gale is anything but “settled”.  And that would be the problem.

Thank you in advance for any opinions you might give.