I had an abortion not over a week ago. That was the biggest regret of my life.
I had my heart set on keeping my baby. Just to hold my baby and play with my baby and most important, to love my baby. That’s all I had asked for. When I found out I was pregnant, it was a shock to me. But I knew what I wanted to do – keep it. My boyfriend didn’t agree with this. He wanted to keep it but he said it weren’t the best choice to make. It would ruin our lives, and we couldn’t be together. It was a choice of my baby or my boyfriend. I love both of them. I regret having an abortion.
When I was little, I would always dream of having my own baby. Someone that would look at me and say “that’s my mummy.” Someone I could love. I didn’t know it would affect me this much. I absolutely hate what I did. I was 8 weeks pregnant when I had an abortion. I know the due date of my baby as well. I don’t know how I’m gonna get through this. It’s like nobody understands. They say they do, but if they haven’t been through an abortion, then they wouldn’t. I get bad dreams when I go sleep, even looking at my teddies hurt me. My boyfriend bought me a teddy on the day of the abortion, on the teddy’s paws it says “baby girl.” Looking at the teddy reminds me of my abortion and my baby. I wish i could turn back time. I shouldn’t have listened to anybody because now I’m suffering for what others wanted me to do.
I want my baby back.
Hi, I am 15 and 26 weeks pregnant. This was the most unplanned pregnancy. Me and the baby’s father have been dating for only 7 months now.
He is behind me 100% so is his family. My family left me for the streets cuz I became pregnant. It’s been hard the last few months with me and me boyfriend. He has bipolar so he gets mad really easy. So it’s hard to talk to him and his family becuz they don’t know what I am going through, not having no one to talk to.
I am new on here and would like to try and find some people to help me out and to talk to.
Yes, I love you and you love me. No, we are not together, and yes, we have one daughter together, and yes I’m pregnant again, four months to be exact…
But the truth of the matter is this baby isn’t yours. I don’t blame myself for getting pregnant by someone else but I do blame myself for letting you believe the baby is yours. I think about it every day. Even went through the thought of having an abortion but couldn’t bring myself to that much guilt, pain, and depression; I know we are going to get back together because we’ve been together for 3 years off and on and still now are very much sexually active. I LOVE YOU BUT THE BABY IS NOT YOURS!!!
I’m so sorry. I love you so much.
It’s been about two weeks since I told my mother and she still can’t see I want to keep my little one. She calls me immature for being this way but honestly, how is trying to be responsible being immature? I even try to help out with the baby more now so she can believe I’m responsible enough for this.
My mother is my best friend and tells me everything. Earlier today, my stepfather was being stupid again and wasn’t gonna come see the baby because he was doing laundry with his mother. I know this sounds confusing so let me explain. My mother and stepfather have been together for 5 years, about to be 6 in September. They are married but have never lived together. My mother never wanted to bring another man into our lives so always kept her romantic life away from my brother and me. So for the past something years, their relationship would consist of my mother going over to his house on the weekends, where he lives with his mother, helping her out, and they wouldn’t see each other during the week due to work and other responsibilities at each other’s homes.
Now my stepfather has a very domineering mother who likes to control her sons’ lives, especially his. She never liked if he spent too much time with my mother so always complained about things that would end up putting a strain on my mother and his relationship. So when my mother got pregnant, she was furious. She was pretty much saying she didn’t want them to have the baby. Of course, it was too late and the first trimester was over with. During the pregnancy, his mother made my mother miserable and him being too blind to want to think of his mother in that way only made it worse. As a matter of a fact, she almost ruined my mother’s baby shower. I won’t get into that though. Well anyway, now that the baby is born, naturally her son is going to be at my mother’s house more often to see the baby. She of course doesn’t like that idea. So slowly, she has been arguing with him about him not being there and making him feel guilty like she has no one to help her. Well, today, he proved that once again she succeeded in her manipulation of him.
As I said, earlier today, my mother called my stepfather at work to ask what he wanted for dinner and the next thing you know, he’s telling her he’s not going see the baby today. Of course that peeved my mother off and they got into an argument. After she got off the phone, she was telling me how he was irresponsible. I was angry also and I decided to tell her she should tell him that her daughter (me, not the little one, lol) is neither the mother nor the father, but she is still home pretty much everyday of the week taking care of a child that isn’t her own. Surprisingly, she agreed. Pretty much saying I was more responsible than him, yet not responsible enough to take care of my own child. Enough to be responsible for your child but not my own?
I just can’t get why she doesn’t see I want this, that I’m ready and I can make it.
Oh, dear boy. You’re living quite the life, aren’t you? Just come home from the plain state of Oregon–where you left a whiny girlfriend, a good college education, and some friends–wishing you could get your life straight as soon as possible. You’ll do anything it takes, won’t you?
I suppose that includes leaving me and your baby to fend for ourselves. You would rather I take the easy way out and have an abortion. You would rather us return to our old habits of staying out till two in the morning and sneaking into your house to make love till six. Well, I’ve got news for you, buddy.
It’s time to pay for all that fun, because I refuse to kill this child. I have quit smoking. I have given up Tae Kwon Do. I have given up the fall and winter show for school. And I have given up any chance of a prom date for my senior year of high school.
What sacrifices are you willing to make? None. He wants to keep his friends. He wants money to spend whenever he feels like it. He wants to keep staying out till two in the morning, or later, and come home to have sex with whoever he deems worthy.
You told me it’s social suicide. You told me you don’t want contact with me, nor do you want any part of your child’s life. Well let me tell you something.
You’re pathetic. You don’t even deserve to be a father. How I could have fallen for your poisonous words is beyond me.
But you know what? I’ve got a future, despite what I’m giving up. I’ve got college and work and a whole life ahead of me. This child may not have everything in the world to satisfy material needs, but I’m going to be a darn good mother. I’m going to love him or her unconditionally with no regrets what-so-ever. I’m going to carry this child for the next eight months with my head high and my pride intact.
You may proceed cowering in your run down apartment in Kenosha, Wisconsin. I will proceed with this pregnancy.
For any girl out there who questions her ability to care for a fetus on her own, let me tell you. There is a strength in every woman that is unleashed tenfold when she becomes a mother.
Don’t ever question that.
So let’s get this straight.
…I’m pregnant.
Darn it, I’ve got something in my belly that wants more food than I do. To be honest, I had second thoughts about joining this website. I was afraid I’d become dependent on the help and support other girls might be able to provide via Internet.
But I realized I don’t care. Haha. This blog will be my calendar and hopefully, I can make some friends along the way. Daily, I will post cravings that sound gross, gossip I might have heard about myself, and all the general antics of a kid who’s having a kid.
I hope I can amuse you.
