So I got my last period March 1st.
I had unprotected sex late the 14th/early morning the 15th.
no condom, birth control, or anything.
I was worried about that so I looked up my ovulation date for this month on some website. It said that with the date of my last period & normal 28 day cycle that I ovulated on the 15th.
it’s been about 16 days since then. I was supposed to start my period 3 days ago on the 29th but it still hasn’t come.
As far as symptoms:
I’ve been really tired, like to the point were I just lay down all day. Even when i am awake my body is like physically exhausted, I’ve been taking a lot of naps during the day.
& headaches. The first week after the 15th and a few days after I was having horrible headaches which is really weird for me because I never get headaches.
The past few days, I started cramping very lightly though. Before I start my period, I usually cramp pretty bad, but these cramps are different. They’re not nearly as bad and they come and go, like I’ll hardly feel them most the time.
my breast are sore to the touch, its not like unbearable though.
I’ve had REALLY bad heartburn the past 2 weeks,
And I’ve had a sour stomach. I had to run to the bathroom several times, thinking I was gonna get sick. I haven’t actually thrown up but I’ve been really queasy.
If I don’t start my period by next Monday, I’m gonna take a test. Since that would be like exactly a week after I was supposed to start.
I’m pregnant. I found out last week.
My boyfriend said that I can either have an adoption or keep the kid. He has been very cool and supportive. The truth is I do not have many options. I am 21 and I’m the star kid at home…good grades and now in varsity. My mum has gone through hell to get pay for my college fees. I want the kid but I know it’ll kill her if she found out.
What can I do??
Well, where to begin.
I’m 19 years old and currently in my first year of a four-year university program. I have a boyfriend, whom I’ve been dating for almost 7 months, but the past four months have been long-distance. On St. Patrick’s Day, March 17th, I went out to the bar with a few of my friends and ended up taking a friend of a friend back to my dorm with me. Since Christmas. I have been off birth control since I didn’t see any need for it while my boyfriend was away. When I took this guy, we’ll call him Bob, back to my dorm, we had sex, not once but twice, both times unprotected. He did pull out both times, but obviously, that was not efficient.
I had an appointment at the health clinic on the 25th, where I found out I was indeed pregnant. I told Bob and he was very understanding of everything and said he’d go to all my future appointments with me, which made things a little bit easier. We automatically knew adoption was out, because after 9 months of carrying a child, I knew I would not be able to just give it up. So it was down to having the baby, or aborting it.
Bob and I are both in school, he still has one year left of his current program, then another two to go after that, I still have another 3 years left in my program. Before St. Patty’s Day, Bob and I had only talked to each other maybe twice, so we really don`t know each other at all. This encounter was cheating on my behalf, and I love my boyfriend to death and if I went through with this pregnancy, I know I would lose the best thing to ever happen to me. Along with being in school goes being in debt, there is not way we could have the money to afford to raise a child and I know I could not give a baby the best life possible at this point, which is what I want for my children.
With these discussions, we decided to get an abortion. Bob, who is a bit religious, believes that abortions are wrong, but now under the circumstances, believes it is the best option. Bob, also knows that he is not ready to be a father, and if I had the baby, he would not be able to support it. In all the reasonings we talked about, I know that it is the best option as well for both of us.. but there is more to the story…
When I was 16, I got pregnant as well, but with twins. I was determined on keeping and raising them, but in the end my mom convinced me to get an abortion, which is why I did. To this day, I still feel bad about getting the abortion, its not that I regret it, just there are many things that remind me of what I did and deep down inside I somehow feel I shouldn`t have.
With this pregnancy, all those feelings from before are coming back, of how terrible I felt afterwards, but I still think it`s the best option.
I don`t know what to do, any feedback would be greatly appreciated.
OK, I was 14. I wasn’t very happy at home, my parents were making me depressed because they were strict, nasty, and unloving and I felt very alone.
I met this guy, he seemed so perfect to me. He would say the sweetest things to me and for the first time in a very long time, I felt loved. Then he started getting a bit weird, saying things like “If you ever try to leave me, you won’t be able to. That’s a promise.” But he would always apologize the next day so I never told anyone or tried to stop it. Then he started emotionally bullying, me telling me how ugly and horrible I was, and he was the only one who would ever love me. He lived a while away so we were not face-to-face enough for him to physically abuse me. I knew he would if he could. Still, I never told anyone, even my closest friends.
I was not ready for sex and had told him that very early on. One day when he had come to see me, we were alone. He said to me that if I really loved him, I would have sex with him, though we both knew I didn’t want to. He said he would leave me and I would be alone forever, which scared me so much. I said OK. I found out he had no protection so I tried to tell him to stop but he told me shut up, forcing himself on to me. He apologized after, but I kept a straight face until he had left. I tried to break up with him the next day, but he said no, I couldn’t. He would never let that happen. In the end, I stopped all contact with him and was with someone else for a very short time so he got the idea. He still texted and called me constantly, one minute saying he was coming to make me be with him but then saying it was only because he loved me so much. Still I told no one. I had made out to my friends that our relationship was perfect. I desperately wanted them to see the truth but they believed me.
About a month or two later, I realised I hadn’t had my period. I went and got a test (my friend was with me). I told her it was negative but it was positive.
I had no idea what to do, my parents didn’t really want me and there was NO way I would tell him. I was completely against abortion and though the thought went through my mind, I knew I could never go through with it.
Eventually I got used to the idea of being a mum and I knew I would never be alone if I had my baby. I felt I had purpose. I had even decided to tell my parents and my friends.
I woke up a few nights later in complete pain. There was blood all through my bed. I have never been in so much pain and I had no idea what to do. I sat by myself in the bathroom the whole next day, staring at what should have been my baby, my purpose in life. I had no idea what to do, who to tell. Eventually I cleaned up the mess and put on a mask, shielding my pain from everyone including myself. I cried myself to sleep every night, thinking it was all my fault. I didn’t deserve that joy in my life. I wandered through my life like a zombie for the 2 years, until I met my new boyfriend. We have now been together for 6 months and he was the first person I told everything to. He encouraged me to tell my closest friends and they were shocked but so supportive and loving. All I want now is to have a baby with him, to do it right, but I’m only 16 so I know I have to wait.
That pain still hangs over me and I wonder if it will ever go away. I had lost my baby, after deciding to keep her, seeing her little face on the ultrasound. I lost a part of myself that day and at 14, it was a big part of me to loose. Somehow my parents found out I wasn’t a virgin and said some pretty horrible things to me, though I know I didn’t do it by choice. I know as long as I have him, I will be strong. We love each other so much. We have made plans for a baby when we are a bit older and I’m going to keep holding onto the thought of my baby in my arms and that baby is going to get double the loving, for itself and it’s older sister.
I will never forget you my unborn princess.
xx
In a way, I’m kinda glad that I’m not pregnant and in a way, I’m kinda bummed…
My son is the greatest gift from God and I wouldn’t trade that experience for the world and another child would just add to it! I’m glad that I’m not pregnant because at this point in my life, I’m Juggling a lot of things right now… School, Motherhood, and holding down my fort…. Chances come and chances go and there’s always a place for everything…
So again, just to inform everyone, thank you for your concerns and advice but I am not pregnant. It was just a false alarm!
Hi,
If you’re reading this, you’re probably wondering why I am writing. Because frankly, everyone needs someone to talk to. For me, writing has always been an out. If people benefit from my story, then great!
I’m currently 19 and I have a beautiful 6 month year old baby girl whose nickname is Fili. Don’t ask me why Fili. We tried Fefe, we tried Lia, my mother even tried and still tries Didget. She likes Fili. I like Fili, it fits her smile. She has the goofiest smile.
I would like to stop and say this story isn’t about her. It’s about me. But being a mom, it’s never that way. Anything involving me automatically involves her to. Whether its going to the movies or writing a blog to no one particular on a website you just found.
So my story. I grew up in a small town, straight As, not quite top of my class but all my friends admired me cause I always had a goal and always knew where I was going in life. I was the kid with a plan, and no one was going to stop it. School was the most important thing to my mom, so it became the most important thing to me.
I don’t think I had much of a social life growing up. Though some people tell me I was Miss Social. I liked to hang around people. Not so much talk but listen to them talk. It was entertaining.
I graduated from high school with honors. Got enrolled in college right away and everything was going pretty good. See, NV has this scholarship that will pay for everything if you qualify, and all you need to qualify is a certain grade point average. Its called the Millennium Scholarship. I qualified for it, was doing good in my classes for the first month or so right on my plan.
Well, then stuff just seemed to spiral out of control. My mom moved and kind of left me on my own, well not really on my own. She let me in a house with my best friend (at the time), my boyfriend (still together and strong), and my alcoholic step dad.
I was a waitress so I could handle the bills, I couldn’t handle the alcoholic step dad. So me best friend and boyfriend moved in a cozy apartment. Let’s just say it was fun….
Anyways about a month and a half after living in our apartment, me and my friend get a flu bug, go down to the doctors office to get it checked out and it turns out it wasn’t a flu bug at all. We were both pregnant, me about 10 days ahead of her.
My boyfriend is extremely supportive. He’s sweet. My family on the other hand. not so much. Especially my mother. See, I was the oldest. I was supposed to be the child that turned out decent, went to college, became a doctor, never had kids type thing. My sister was the one supposed to get pregnant young, have lots of kids. She does, by the way. She’s also a teenage mom and its weird seeing people treat her differently then they treat me. I can’t explain it but she is my younger sister and she just had her second kid, a lovely baby girl. I guess I’m a little jealous of her. No matter what she does, she seems to still be fine in my moms eyes. Not me….I’m a disappointment.
Anyways….I’m going to turn this into a diary of sorts. If anyone reads it and cares, Great!! if not, well at least I get somewhere to write and have a chance to show other girls it can be hard but its worth it. A life is always worth it.
Well I have to go for now.
Lates and Luvs
Cat<
