So I’m 16 and pregnant. When I first found out that I was going to be a mother, I was scared to death.
I didn’t know what to think. But I went to the doctor’s to figure out if the home test was right and it was. I then switched my doctor over to my OB-GYN. I told him I didn’t know how far along I was so he sent me two mayo and came to find out I was 8 weeks and 5 days. I got to see and listen to my baby’s heartbeat and for some reason, that made being pregnant not such a bad thing. It helped me realize everything would be okay. So my due date is May 26. I had my 13-week appointment with my doctor and when he went to find the heartbeat, he couldn’t find it. That was the scariest thing I think I’ve ever been through. I grew to love my baby and the thought I could lose it was so sad. He set me up for an ultrasound to make sure everything was okay. The baby’s father went with me and supported me and was there to see his baby for the first time ever. We were both hoping and praying for the best and that’s what we got. We could see the baby moving all around and once it stayed still, we could see the little flickering heartbeat and than the sound. It felt so good to hear the sound and to know everything was alright. I found out that I’m now 13 weeks and 1 day…
Now I’m 14 weeks, 5 days and cant wait to find out what my little one is =]…… I’m in love with being a mom.
So; not only did I see the father of my baby and my current boyfriend last night but my baby kicked!!!
It wasn’t strong, but his father came to tell us it was dinner and he banged on the door. We were cuddling and he had his arm on my stomach. When his dad banged on the door (as a joke), it didn’t scare me…but there was a huge kick against my stomach… My boyfriend’s face was filled with amazement and shock. It was like the baby became real right then… It was amazing. I started crying and he started rubbing my belly, telling the baby that “it was OK, cause it was just grandpa calling us for dinner.” And then he asked whether or not I was hungry… Of course, the baby started kicking. We talked the rest of the night to each other and to the baby, just asking it to kick for mommy and daddy. Each time taking separate turns to see if the baby would kick. To just make sure it was real.
Then he did the most out-of-the-blue thing ever!!!! He got on one knee and proposed!!!!! The ring is gorgeous!!! Before I said yes, I had to make sure that he wasn’t asking me just cause I was pregnant. His response was simple- “I’m proposing because I want to be with you. I wasn’t gonna propose till a couple days before I left for college-this baby just pushing the engagement forward. Is that OK?? I want you to be mine…no matter the choice I make. And now we’ll have the baby with us.” I was crying the entire time…and of course I said YES!!!!!! I can’t believe I’m engaged!!! And pregnant. The baby and I have been up most of the night cause I couldn’t sleep but the baby was just moving so much.
Guess I gotta get use to it. Yay for me!!!
I dunno what to do anymore. Everytime I turn around, it seems like there’s a new problem confronting me.
Over the weekend, my boyfriend and I tried to discuss whether or not he should go to college or not. Well, it only ended in me crying, cause well (stupid hormones) everything gets exaggerated when I’m feeling upset. He means the world to me. If only he could help me raise this baby and get his college degree at the same time. But that would entail me moving 7 & 1/2 hours away from my friends and family. His family. And the beautiful scenery… What to do…??
I dunno, but what I do know is that this pregnancy is taking so much of my energy. I’m tired and I just wanna sleep. School is hard as it is…but now, with the looks I get and the workload from the teachers (cause I gotta stay caught up to graduate), I seem to just be falling. If only there was a fairy godmother to do my work for me… Then I could focus on my baby-and boyfriend.
*sigh* I’ll deal though, I’ll deal.
So here I am again…
Really, if I got a pound/dollar every time that phrase went through my head or rang true to my circumstances, I would be very wealthy right now…=)
I want to smile, but I can’t. This gets continuously increasingly confusing for me. Every time I find myself back in this place.
Why can’t I just be normal and not want this??
I had a different account (Soon_To_Be_Mommy), but I’m not going to be a mommy anymore so I deleted it.
I am 16 years old. My now ex-boyfriend is 19. We were together for about 6 years. When I got pregnant with twins, my parents disowned me. I had to move in with my now ex-boyfriend and his parents. I was in and out of the hospital a lot. Until I had my first miscarriage on 24 Oct when I was 4 weeks and 3 days along with my first baby that I named Nevaeh Rain. Then I was so stressed and worried I would lose my second baby and I eventually had my second miscarriage on 11 Nov when I was 7 weeks with my second baby that I named Rylan Hunter. I was devastated. I didn’t want to move, go to school, nothing. Me and my now ex-boyfriend were going through a lot of things because of this that we decided to break up. I moved back with my parents and now I have a wonderful boyfriend that helps me with the loss of my babies. I had a lot of support from the girls on here. I would love to return the love. If you need anything, I’m here for you girls.
Love,
On Thanksgiving, I went with my fiancé out of town to his aunt’s. It was only like an hour and a half drive there.
We sat down to eat, and I started getting some major pains in my stomach, I wasn’t sure why though. While in pain, I sat there, acted fine, and ate. After I finished, I went to the bathroom to pee. Well, the pains kept getting worse. Finally, I called my mother and asked her what could be wrong. She said Braxton Hicks, maybe. So I tried walking around cause I heard that stops the pain. The pain got even worse. So my fiancé got his little brother and our dog in the car while we told his family we were sorry but we had to leave. We got in the car and headed back home to drop off our dog and his little brother. We made it to the hospital finally (three hours later) and they took me to labor and delivery. I was scared to death. I’m only twenty-six and a half weeks along. After hours of laying in pain, listening to our son’s heartbeat, they gave me a shot and a pill to make the contractions and pain stop. I truly thought I was going to die, I was in so much pain. After about another hour of laying in the hospital, listening to our son’s heartbeat, we got to go home cause Braxton’s heart rate was great, and he was active. The said I started having contractions because I was dehydrated.
Thank goodness Braxton and I are doing great now, but I didn’t get that great of a thanksgiving dinner. -lol-
