One of the last things my mother said to me when I got taken out of home was that I would be dead or pregnant before I was 18. Well, I am certainly not dead… But I am 9 weeks pregnant (by estimation). I first found out on a Sunday afternoon, and I was shocked, amazed, I guess. You can’t really describe it because it’s all the emotions at once. I asked my partner how, what, when, why. I always think of what to do: the decision to abort, adopt, or to go through with it. I honestly have hardly a clue of where or how to start things because in age I am only 17.
I guess my mother was right. but in a way she wasn’t. I am with a amazing man, who is my best friend, my support and shoulder to cry on. He tells me all the time that everything is going to be ok, but will it? He hasn’t got a job at the moment because there isn’t any work where we live…
I often think what if this baby ruins what we have? But then I think of how selfish it is to think that. A baby who is selfless and innocent can’t be punished for our actions. I’m just so scared all the time. My sister and her husband are supporting us emotionally but what about everything else? I am already in love with my child. I just can’t abort. It’s killing pat of me isn’t it????
I met my partner at my new job about a year ago. He was such a bad boy. All muscle, blue eyes and blonde hair. Something u just can’t pass up. after talking and getting know each other he told me he had a spare room at his house out on a property with his family. I took it.
After awhile, we fell head over heels for each other. 9 months down the track, I did a home pregnancy test before I went to work. It came back positive. The only thing he did was smile. I ran into the supermarket crying and told his mother and father. They supported me and my partner big time. The only question was, What now… Abort? Adopt? Have a baby at 17?
Well, my good friend (my manager) told me to abort, no buts about it, “I’ve done it twice” she said. I agreed but something didn’t feel right. I then went and told my sister… Straight away, she knew I was thinking about abortion. She got angry and said, “You love kids, you love him, its all going to be OK!” Straight away, after talking with my partner, I knew I couldn’t kill my baby, no way. I could start a family I never had.
This is my new beginning. Yes, it will be hard. Yes, it is a bit earlier than I had hoped for but I think this is what I need, what my partner needs, and what my new family needs… Keep you posted…
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I always wondered “Wow, I wonder what it’ll feel like” and “How do I know if it’s actually him kicking and not just butterflies?”
WOW! Trust me, you will know when it happens. My little guy is one heck of a nudger. It’s mostly at night…of course, when I’m trying to sleep! lol I just love the feeling of knowing he’s in there, healthy and strong.
The best feeling in the world is feeling your baby for the first time.
We were so excited to find out that our first child is going to be a boy.
It really hits you when you find out what exactly you’re having. I love the idea of having a boy first because I’ve always wanted an older brother myself. It just makes me feel better that when we have more children, they’ll have an older brother watching out for them, whether it’s another boy, so they can play together, or a girl, so he can make sure she’s always safe.
So far the name choices stand:
Blake Daniel
Tristin Daniel
Lukas Daniel
What does everyone else think??
(The middle name is after my husband’s dad.)
We ended up moving to Ohio, to live with his parents and to have a fresh start at a new life together. It’s a lot cheaper to live in OH than to live in MD so there were a lot of pluses. But I had to change so much. I still had one more year of school left and I didn’t want to start over, pregnant in another school. So I started doing online schooling and that’s going very very well.
My husband got a new job in a heartbeat, but me… not so much. I didn’t really apply to many places because I really didn’t think anyone would hire me this late in the pregnancy. But I’m still trying, for my new family’s sake.
At the moment, I’m so happy that everything is turning out so wonderful… I just keep thinking that this can’t be MY life, that something has to go wrong for it to be. I have great in-laws and my parents are now supportive and can’t wait for the new addition. (except for my real dad). Even his mother is supportive!!!
I am now 17, and 30 weeks pregnant and loving every minute of it. I cant wait until I finally get to meet him. So there’s my story… Just know that there really are such things as happy endings. If something happens… It’s meant to happen. Like, fate in a way.. If you’re good at heart… trust me, you’ll end up happy in the end.
We got married! But that wasn’t easy.
You see, there’s two ways we could do that. Since I was 16, In the state of MD, you can get married with your parents’ consent OR if you have a proof of pregnancy. My parents wouldn’t sign, so we went to the clinic to get a proof and gave it to the courthouse. But they said it had to be from an actual doctor. We had waited until April 24th, my mother’s birthday, to get married and that day I moved out and with my new husband. Thats when my biological father found out. (I told my mother not to tell him until I wasn’t under his custody anymore.) So that night, he calls me and says he’s going to burn the house down and make me get a divorce, then an abortion. He never showed up, and never called me again, or even since.
During the months he and I lived together, my mother and I actually got closer. Since we weren’t near each other all the time, we didn’t fight as much and it actually helped the situation. My grandmother even held a baby shower for me in August (2 days before my birthday lol) and we got so much great stuff.
But that’s not the end… More changes
I didn’t know how exactly to tell them, so I wanted to wait until the right moment. My boyfriend told his mother right away and she was so excited. I remember thinking that I wished my parents would be like his, because I knew they wouldn’t have the same reaction.
So one day, we went out and had drove across the bay bridge to see his uncle about a few things. As we were heading back, his grandpop called my cell phone and told me to call my mom asap and didn’t give any details. I was really freaked out by this because she had never spoke to his grandpop before and I was wondering how and why he was telling me to call her. She hadn’t even called me or anything so I didn’t think anything was wrong. So I call her and she crying and telling me to get home right away and I’m still wondering what’s up… But down in my gut, I knew as soon as the cop took the phone it was about my pregnancy. I had told my sister and I thought she’d told on me. So when we get there, I just told myself, don’t cry. Just don’t cry, or it’ll make everything worse. But as soon as I got out of the car, It all slammed down on me and I started bawling.
The cops talked to us first and said that we weren’t in any trouble or anything but I still cried, and even harder every second. I ran inside to see my mom and immediately started yelling “Why did you call the cops!?” She couldn’t even answer that. She just showed me the bag of the prenatal vitamins that the clinic gave me and I started crying even harder.
When I finally started to stop, the cops came inside and started asking questions like “Where were you?” “Why didn’t you call your mom?” and I was still confused. I had told her where I was going and when I was going to be back and I was an hour early getting home.
My mother had lied to the cops, saying that I was late and she didn’t know where I was and had called me a million times, but I didn’t answer. So I told them that she knew where I was and that she’d never even called me. They looked at my phone and even saw there was no missed calls. So the tables turned and they started yelling at my parents! Saying that they could be punished for lying to the police and everything… So eventually they left. I went to work, having this huge weight on my shoulders now. I could barely get through the day without tearing up, but my boss had left and I couldn’t leave early.
It just got worse with my parents from there. I thought they’d be supportive, but all they did was yell at him and I. Wondering what we were thinking about doing. But we already had a plan in mind and weren’t worried about telling them.
A few weeks later…
