I met my Baby’s dad back in Nov. We were getting along great or so I thought.
Then in Jan, he broke up with my via TEXT message… Ya, I know coward, right. Well 2 weeks go by and he starts sending me text messages, calling me and saying how he wanted to get back together, so stupid ME, I let him back in my life. Then by the 2nd week in Feb. , I found out I was 6 weeks prego. I told him about it and he was all excited, wanted to do whatever it took to make sure things would work out. Well, he works night and I work days, both full time and so we NEVER see each other, maybe twice a week IF that. So it has really put a strain on us, more me than him cause of the emotional roller coaster that pregnant women get to go through (ugh). He does not understand what that’s about and thinks that I am just being a bitch or am being moody for no reason, then wants to fight with me about it. So to say the least, we have not been getting along.
He has no idea what its like. Being by yourself at night, feeling your baby move and having no one to share it with, or when I am crying, no one to cry to, or when I am happy, no one to share that with, just me and my unborn son. I am now 24 weeks into this and last week, he tells me that he just wants to be friends. WTF?! Are you kidding me right now, is what is going through my mind. He says he wants to be friends, but that he wants to come around and do his part, so in my mind I am thinking oh yea, where the hell have you been for the last 24 weeks. I have done it alone thus far, I guess I really don’t need you now. Yes, I am hurt, pissed, and REALLY feel all alone now. I moved back with my mom and told him that I would call him in about 15 weeks when our son came. He didn’t like that but you know what at this point, why should I care? He has not been here, so what…. I have so much resentment towards him right now, that I think, ….as much as it hurts….That he just not come.
I am not very happy!
I have been going out with my boyfriend for 5 months and I’m 6 weeks pregnant.
I’m so scared and confused. I’m only 16 and I will be 17 in 2 months. My boyfriend is younger than me and he don’t want to have the baby because he isn’t ready. I know I’m not ready either but if I end up having my baby, I know I will be a great mother. I’m so confused. I have no idea what to do. I haven’t told anyone, just him, and he told his brother. His brother is mad about our stupid mistake and I know I can trust his brother with what we do and I know he will support us. You can’t tell that I’m pregnant yet, but I know soon you will. I don’t want to wait because then it will be even harder for me to make a decision. I need some advice, I really do.
Should I give it up? My boyfriend said if I do decide to have it, he will support me but it wasn’t going to be easy for him. Help!!
I am 12 weeks pregnant and was told that I have a cyst growing on the umbilical cord. The doctor didn’t explain what that meant but I have gotten online and read a few things and I am so scared.
Can anyone give me advice? Have they went through this or am I alone?
My best friend and I have lived together since the tenth grade.
Her parents took me in and have been caring for me for the last three years. in those years we as a family have had our ups and downs. Currently, I am pregnant for the second time. The first time I became pregnant, the child was a product of rape. This time, I am just pregnant. The first time, I was I had a miscarriage. Even though the child did not come about the right way, I still wanted to have it. When the child died, it broke my heart every day. It felt like a piece of me was missing. So I decided that I wanted a baby. So one day, when I was with my boyfriend, I was highly depressed. The only thing I could think about was my child. So in the end, I got pregnant. If you have read my other blogs, you will know that soon after, I regretted it. My boyfriend and I didn’t work out I got accepted to the school of my choice and I WAS PREGNANT. Who was I going to tell and what exactly was I going to do? So I began trying to force myself to have a miscarriage and starve myself. But as time went on, my stomach still began to grow. I began to feel bad for my child. I told myself what kind of mother am I that I would treat my unborn child like this. Of course, there was no guarantee that my baby would have a father or that I would have a place to stay. Most of all, how was I going to tell these people that took me in that I was going to have a baby?
When the secret finally came out, after a trip to the doctors one day, my best friend’s mother was very supportive and understanding. The only thing now was where exactly was I going to stay? She told me to go talk to my biological mother about staying with her, but for me, that wasn’t an option. So I began looking for shelters and other places to live. Because i knew I needed to be out of their house at least by graduation. The kids at school began to notice a couple of weeks after my doctor visit. They began asking questions about the father and whether I wanted the baby. I had already told my best friend’s mother that this baby is not what I wanted. But I didn’t want the kids at school to know that I kind of figured that it was none of their business. So I began telling the kids at school that I wanted a baby and that the father was just a sperm donor. I already knew that some people knew that he had another child on the way besides mine’s. So I figured to cover it up and make like I didn’t care about him and all I wanted was the baby. But the truth was and still is that I love him and would like to get married some day.
Through all of this, my best friend stood out on the side line and watched. I knew that she felt some kind of way because she didn’t like the father of my child. As the days went on, people began to tell her that I said I wanted the baby. She also was told that I said something about her parents and how they were acting toward me. Nothing good or bad, I just knew that I couldn’t stay there and that I needed to leave. So the other night, she kicked me out of her house and told me that she never should have allowed me there and that I was dumb and basically she didn’t want anything to do with me and my child. To me, that was fine, I didn’t mind. She had a right to feel anyway she wanted.
I am 17 years old. I have a boyfriend and he is 20 years old. We met when I was 15 and he was 18.
We met through a mutual friend of ours at a party in January. I instantly thought him was cute and sweet, but was a little stand-offish because of his age. However, after exchanging numbers at the party, we began calling, texting and hanging out with each other all the time. We became fast friends and started dating about a month after meeting. No relationship is perfect or without flaws, but after a few months of dating, I knew that we were meant to be together. I had never met somebody who got me like he did. He always knew what to do and exactly when to do it. I could always be myself around him and I felt comfort in knowing that he would never hurt me or leave me when things got tough.. However, that August, we would unknowingly face the biggest test that our relationship had ever seen.
I had missed my period in June but thought nothing of it. When I also missed my period in July, I began to worry. The thought of being pregnant had never crossed my mind until then. Even though me and him didn’t use protection, I was on birth control and thought I had nothing to worry about. I decided to share my concerns with my closest friends. They were really helpful and supportive and went with me to the store to buy a home pregnancy test. Shortly after, I took the test. That two minute wait felt like years. I had never had so many things on my mind in such a sort period of time. I thought about what I would do if it did come out positive, but mostly hoped that it would be negative. I was so nervous, that I couldn’t even check the results myself. So, one of my friends went into the bathroom to check for me. She returned from the bathroom looking like she had just returned from a funeral. I knew immediately what the results were. Nothing was said. All I felt was the tears pouring from eyes and my heart breaking into a million pieces. All I saw was my life fading before me. At that moment, I honestly, truly felt like I wanted to die.
It was almost a week after taking the test and I had yet to tell anyone besides those who already knew, that I was pregnant. Of course, I would have to tell him first. For days, I went through everything over and over again in my head. I thought about my life and his life and the life that we shared. I thought about how much he meant to me and how much it would hurt to have him leave me. I thought about what I would say to him. What words that would come out of mouth to describe how our lives had changed forever. I had to accept such a harsh reality at only fifteen. Even though I loved him, and I knew he loved me … I had to accept that he could very well just leave. What 18 year old guy would want to deal with his pregnant fifteen year old girlfriend. Even though I was younger, I was more concerned about him and how this would affect his life.
All this scared me into a corner. I was sent into serious denial. My fear of losing him and the life that we had created together kept me from telling him or anybody that I was pregnant with his baby. For almost a month, I didn’t talk about my pregnancy or even acknowledge it to anybody. Even my best friends, who already knew. This denial was spun into a reality in early September. Me and him were at a friend’s house with a few other people one night and even though I wasn’t feeling the greatest, everything was going okay. He and I had gone upstairs so that he could get a drink. While upstairs, he offered me a drink that had alcohol in it. While I had drank before, I knew I had to refuse. Even though being pregnant was somehow pushed to the back of my mind, it was still there. He thought it was extremely odd of me to do this and asked me what was wrong. I made up some lame excuse about not being in the mood for drinking, but he kept pushing. I finally told him that I couldn’t drink because pregnant people aren’t supposed to drink. He looked confused at first, but caught on. I cracked and told him everything. I told him that I had known for a couple weeks but didn’t tell him because I didn’t want him to leave. He screamed and yelled and then left. And there I was, alone.
We didn’t speak for awhile. I would see him around, but we said nothing to each other. I guess we didn’t know what to say. I was still showing no signs of being pregnant, so my parents and everybody else had no idea. But, I was feeling more alone than ever. Without him there, I felt numb. I wanted him and I needed him. I couldn’t face this alone. That was my biggest fear.
The silence finally ended near the end of September. He called me and told me go outside. When I went outside, he was leaning on his car. The whole time, I wanted to talk about me and him and the baby that was growing inside of me, but I stayed silent as long as he did. He placed me in front of one of the back doors and opened it, without saying a word. Inside was a car seat. I burst into tears. My boyfriend was back. He told me he was sorry and that he wanted to be there for me and our baby. He knew it was going to change both of our lives forever, but he wanted me and he wanted our baby. He said that we would be a family. No other option was discussed. I would keep my baby, and he or she would make us all a family. He told me that he had already told his parents. They were shocked and upset, but decided to make the best of it. They would love and support me and him through this difficult journey. Shortly after this day, I told my parents as well. My mom cried and my dad yelled. This lasted for hours. But in the end, they too were going to be there.
Over the next seven months, I grew bigger and bigger. I tried hard, but couldn’t ignore the insults and stares from people at school and even complete strangers. I would get all upset and start to question what I was doing, but it was always a full circle experience, and I never changed my mind. I was fat, swollen, nauseous and an emotional rollercoaster for what seemed like forever. We both celebrated our birthday’s in the time that I was pregnant. It was new and it was different, but we were getting through. It was an experience that I wouldn’t change for the world.
On May 8th, at sixteen years old, I gave birth to my beautiful baby girl, Porshia Faith.
15 years old. And 21 weeks pregnant. Have lost all my friends, and my family isn’t really there. I’m going crazy not havin’ anybody.
I only have my baby and her daddy.
But I need other support as well.
