So I found out I was pregnant, the day be for my mom’s birthday, that was rather scary.
Honestly, I cried and cried for hours and my boyfriend tried to help but there was no one who could have stopped me. I wasn’t so much unhappy about the baby cause how can you be unhappy with a baby but I was scared. I had been sick for a long time and was not supposed to get pregnant at all or it could kill me, and I had no job and my boyfriend was a contractor, which is inconsistent at best. We were in no financial or physical state to be having a baby and honestly, I think I was more afraid to tell my mom than anything else (she was less than fond of my boyfriend to start with). But that night, I went home to tell her and lost my nerve. I decided to wait a few days. I had found out on a Wednesday and told her Monday morning, so as I said a few days, but she took it better than I could have hoped. She cried, which was hard to take, but after a few minutes, things calmed down and we just started making plans and figuring out how we could do this.
A few days later, I went to a clinic to get checked out and get a pregnancy confirmation for my medicade application and they definitely gave me the confirmation. They took me in for a ultrasound and informed me there were two.
Honestly, I was terrified and confused and shocked and in truth, slightly in non belief. So I kept asking if she was sure but she was. So now, on top of being scared of how I was going to handle carrying one baby and supporting it, I had to worry about two.
But my family is very supportive as well as the Dad and his family. So no, I still have no clue how I am going to do this whole thing, but I am sure I will get through this thing and it’ll just have a way of working out.
Well, let me start from the beginning so that this makes sense:
My biological father was never in my life, since he has been in and out of prison for 20+ years, So when I went to the prison to meet him when I was 15, I was for the most part happy with a couple of other mixed feelings. Then my mom and him started making plans for him to be paroled and for all of us to live together and be “one big happy family” and I was OK with the idea. I thought it might be cool to have both my parents there since it was always just my mom.
So he got paroled and my mom moved up with him right away while I stayed in New Mexico to finish my summer job. When my job ended, I went to Colorado to live with them, thinking things were going to be OK… Sadly, I started to resent my father and wanted nothing to do with him, because he was an alcoholic with an anger issue that lied about everything and it caused me a lot of stress since I found out I was pregnant shortly after moving, but my mom was in love with him and didn’t want to leave him.
So for the first time in my pregnancy, I moved out. I moved in with my cousin and his wife. I was there for a couple weeks when I couldn’t take it anymore. His wife was constantly yelling about something and she was just so rude. So it didn’t really relieve my stress much so I decided to move back with my Mom and Dad. For about 2 weeks, things were OK and then things went right back to what they were before. So after about 1 month, I just couldn’t take it anymore. Things were so bad I thought about suicide. I would never do it but the thought of not having to deal with the stress anymore made me happy, I told my mom if she didn’t leave him, I would move out again…
She didn’t leave him so I ended up moving into a maternity home (a home for pregnant teens). About a month into me living there, my mom and dad got evicted and were forced to live in a hotel with no food because all there money was going to support his alcohol addiction, and on top of that, he started doing drugs like meth. He promised to stop but since he always lied, we could never tell if he was telling the truth. Finally, when they didn’t have money to pay the hotel, I convinced my mom to leave him.
I am so mad at my mom for not being there when I needed her the most. She let him control her life and it seemed like I didn’t matter to her. I’m the type of person to just bottle up my feelings so when I told her how I felt and for her just not to care was heart breaking for me. All I could think was how bad does it have to get for you to leave him? My mom is here for me now but I can’t help but to feel so mad when I think about it.
I just had to let that go.
I’m 19 & I think I’m, 4 months pregnant… Wow I found out after getting a weird text about how my boyfriend was lying 2 me about his life 4 the past 2 years of our relationship… He is the father of 2 girls, Kiera 4 & Lyla 2… Now I’m expecting his 3rd baby.
Hopefully, it’s a boy, that part has me all excited… I’m at this stage where I have no idea what to do & how to handle everything. Obviously, abortion is out of the question yet the father is forcing me to go for an abortion because of his situation at home which I personally think is selfish for him to tell me to do that. On the other hand, he did have a good point on why I should consider the procedure. My life is falling apart right now. I have goals & dreams of my future & having this baby will not allow me to do what I want to achieve in life. I don’t want to become another stirstic. My argument is that he’s looking out for his best interest & sort of mine. BUT the reality is that I’m 4 months pregnant with his 3rd child. I want to keep my baby but my situation right now, at home, college & the relationship with the father makes everything different & complicated.
Me & the father broke up a month ago, almost before I found out about his ex having 2 of his children & then recently 2 weeks ago & Wed, I found out about the girls. That Mon afterwards, I found out I’m pregnant & the Wed proceeding, I told him, we pregnant. That man went suicidal on me & then denial, saying he’s not the father. I was faithful to him for 2 years & the hurtful part was that I was the last person to know about his children that he says are burdens to him. Everything is so messed up & I’m so confused… The disappointment I will receive from my parents is killing me. What my family will think of me, is driving me insane, close to the point where I’m even suicidal. Why is it so difficult to explain to the father of the baby that I don’t want the abortion because the circumstances makes everything so mixed up? I can’t think straight, I’m losing my head around everything, & the fact that I’m showing sort of is breaking me.
Please guys, I need help & advice. I haven’t told my parents yet & I don’t know if i should. I don’t know if i want my baby or if i should have an abortion?
Hi… I’m vhansz17, I’m gonna turn 18 dis July 9th…
I’m a typical teenager…
Drinking, going out, and making out…
This is what happened…
I think it was 2 months ago, after I got tipsy, and then all I know is that were both naked…
I’m alarmed and try to get out then…
I succeeded, but then thinking about it now…
I really don’t know if he came inside me or not…
I’m terrified bcosz almost all de symptoms shows in me..
But I’m not ready yet..
I came from a very conservative family and I know they’re gonna kill me if they know..
I really devastated..
Dunno what I’ll gonna do??
HELP!
I went to my OB this morning to hear the baby’s heartbeat! It had a strong heartbeat & you could hear him/her moving around (like always!!) ha. I honestly never knew how just hearing one sound could lift the world off of your shoulders, just knowing he/she is okay. I loved it… I could of sat there and listened forever. 🙂 My OB also scheduled me for my 20-week visit…
SOOO I find out if it’s a boy or a girl on June 29th!!!!!! I’M SO EXCITED!!! I can’t wait!
I am the firstborn in my family. The title comes with great pride but I think I was unlucky. My mother found out she was pregnant with me after her boyfriend had left the country. She carried the burden, shame by herself and never told anyone who was responsible. From the day I was born, I somehow knew I was different, was raised by my aunties and uncles and life was easy and happy.
When she got married again, life changed. She seems to be ready to choose something or someone else over me, I got sent to boarding school when my young brother was born. She always had negative things to say about me and for a long time, it hurt until I got used to it and I realized that as much as I have a family, a roof over my head, food, and clothes on my back, I was alone and had to work really hard for everything because if I can’t get them by myself, no one else can. In a way, I pretty much raised myself, not knowing what to do.
So why do I feel hurt now after 20 years of being ignored? Well you see, a month ago, my mother and her husband (step dad) got in to fight and I had to get in between as I usually do. This time, I was beaten, insulted and thrown out of the house at night while it was raining. No one came to my aid, not even my mother.
I thought mothers were to protect. Why does my mother not care or stand up for me? Am I too old for that? Am I such a shameful disgrace to her that she can not bare to protect me and she’d rather choose someone else over me?
