Tomorrow, I go to see my boyfriend. It’s been a while since I’ve properly spent time with him… Since Christmas. Apart from that, he only came down for one evening when I got so down I blamed him for everything and he felt I needed him.
We’ve been arguing every night – petty things. It seems like he’s so on edge. He said last night that he’s known for ages now that I don’t love him like I used to. I do… I’ve just got other things on my mind. I look at all the beautiful young girls on here with their children and think that could’ve been me in a few months… I admit I made the biggest mistake, and I know that now I have to live with it. I’ve realized since coming here that so many people feel exactly the way that I do…
So we’re gonna have a nice time, go to the movies and go out for a meal on Valentine’s Day.
He told me about a dream he had the other night. He said in his dream he got a phone call but nobody was there. So he came to mine and I was sat on my bed, looking terrible. Looking broken. And then someone came to the door, and it was just a sort of fuzzy mist. But when he walked back upstairs to me, I was beautiful and happy. I was the way I used to be when he fell in love with me… To him, I was like an angel.
It literally brings tears to my eyes thinking about that dream. I just wish it could actually happen… I want to make him happy and to be happy myself again. I look towards the holidays together and the happy times we’re gonna have before having a family, but for now, it’s not fulfilling.
I’m looking forward to getting away from home for a little while. His mum has a wonderful baby girl, and I’m looking forward to spending some more time with her. And my boyfriend of course! Pray there’re no arguments, but I think we will be fine.
Hopefully this weekend I’ll become that angel…
OK, so I started feeling a really tight cramping feeling on Sunday at 4:30 in the morning. I didn’t tell my mom until 1:00 when I noticed they were getting closer.
About 2 hours later, they were 5 minutes apart! I thought wow, this is easy!! So then at 5:30, we went to the hospital and they checked me and said I was at 3 cm and they were going to keep me for an hour to see if I was progressing. So an hour later, they checked me again and I was at 4 cm. They said I could stay! Around 8:30, my boyfriend got there. Sunday night went and Monday morning came and still no baby! Finally on Monday at 10:30, I was only 6 cm and they decided to go ahead and break my water. In the afternoon, my labor all of a sudden stopped. The contractions were at 6 min apart and I wasn’t progressing at all. So they had to start me on Pitocin. After that, I stayed at 8 cm for about 6 hours. And finally, at 10 on Monday night, I decided to get an epidural since I wasn’t progressing any and was dead tired! That really helped! Then at about 1 in the morning, they said I could push! I was soooo freakin happy! So I pushed and it didn’t hurt as much as he crowned it was more the EXTREME urge to have a bowel movement! They told me to only push with a contraction but I would get the urge to push without the contraction and I was just so stubborn that they let me push when I needed too. So I pushed for 2 hours long and then Trevor James Joined us. 🙂
So I was in labor for almost 3 days. :O
Hi everyone! I’m 17 and I have an 8-month-old son named Trevor.
I got pregnant when I was 16. I was 14 when I met Trevor’s father and it was a secret romance. We had planned that if my parents found out about us, he would get me pregnant. Well, we were neither trying nor preventing, and I got pregnant the first time. Well, after our parents found out, we were not allowed to see each other. My parents did write him a letter telling him if he truly loved me, he would have to work for me. Well obviously, he didn’t love me, and it has taken me a year to get over him. I love my son more than anything and I feel bad that Trevor hardly ever sees his dad.
If you have any questions, just ask!
So I took my daughters to Disney this weekend and while standing in line at the Dumbo ride (my two-year-old asking me every two seconds if it was our turn yet), my one-year-old decided she didn’t want to wear her peepee diaper anymore. She took off her diaper and dropped it on the cement in front of all those people! Ever look around and think “Ooooo look at THAT mom!”? Like the Mom with the kid that’s throwing himself on the floor or screaming bloody murder and you give them that sideways glare? THAT was me. I wanted to die! But it was soooooo cute that I had to laugh instead.
These kids- you just can’t get too mad at them!
I want to educate the world.
I want to educate women.
When you are pregnant, you have a choice.
You must choose life or death.
Choosing life does not mean choosing a life you are unprepared for.
Choosing life does not mean choosing to raise a child.
Many women are unprepared to
raise the child they are carrying.
There are people who are
prepared to raise a child.
They are ready, willing, & able.
Except they cannot carry a child,
they cannot give a child life.
Choosing adoption is not the easy way out.
When you are pregnant &
unprepared, there’s no easy way out.
Choosing adoption is
responsible parenting
when you know there is no other way, you can be responsible.
Choosing adoption is not giving your child away.
Choosing adoption is releasing.
Releasing your child…
releasing a life to be lived
releasing unspeakable love
releasing peace that passes understanding
releasing answers to prayers
Choosing adoption is receiving
receiving answered prayers
receiving peace that passes understanding
receiving unspeakable love
receiving a life to be lived.
Choosing adoption is choosing life.
I just found out that I am pregnant. I am the happiest woman in the world – OK, one of the happiest ones. I am sure there are a million others who are going through the same thing as I am.
Good luck to all mommies to be!
