Hi, I am 23 now but when I was 16, I got pregnant. It wasn’t planned at all.
Honestly, I went on life like I wasn’t pregnant. Never really told anyone till I was about 6 months. I was a full-time student as well as held down a job. My daughter’s father never was involved with her, not even till this day and she’s 6. So I’ve been doing it on my own ever since I found out I was pregnant. It’s been hard really hard but hey, who said life is easy? Just seeing a smile on my daughter’s face helps all the bad days go away. Last year was when life got really hard for me.
I got pregnant again. I was so happy. My boyfriend at the time was happy. We had been together for a year at that time. Everything happened so fast. One minute, we were so happy then we just started arguing. During an argument, he said he wanted nothing to do with the baby and it wasn’t his. In the end, I got an abortion. That MISTAKE is still eating me up inside. He also feels the same way I do but its kinda too late now. I blame him for not being there when I needed him the most. I couldn’t be a single mother to 2 kids, I just couldn’t. Now looking back, that was just me being selfish. I made it work with 1, I could of done it with 2… I love my daughter more then anything. Being a teen mom, I’ve had my obstacles. But so far, I’ve overcome all of them and so can everyone else.
I’m 17, a senior, and I love to dance. I have a wonderful bouncer on the way. I’m 20 weeks pregnant.
My due date is May 4th and I’m so happy. I can’t wait.
OK, so what’s going on is that I think I may be pregnant.
I have every single one of the symptoms, I just haven’t gotten a positive on a test yet. I took one on Saturday morning and it was negative, but the symptoms still haven’t stopped. I’ve decided to take one sometime this weekend and go from there.
My fiancé and I would be happy if we’re pregnant… We’d just rather wait until we’re financially stable.
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So I was playing around with the preg-calc thing, put my info in, and got this:
According to the data entered, the following applies:
Date of conception: Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Due date: Tuesday, November 25, 2008
1 week, 6 days since pregnancy started
I thought it was funny. The date of conception was the ONLY time we’ve ever had sex in my house.
And look where it got me.
it’s weird. If I decide to go through with all of this and end up having it, I’ll be a mommy by Christmas. I spent some time with my boyfriend today and all he could keep asking me was “So what are we gonna do?”. All I could do was tell him “I don’t know”.
I really DON’T know what I’m gonna do. Or were. I guess I should say we, huh?
I wish I really did know what to do. Not only because I’m flipping out, but because I’d really like to be able to tell him “OK honey, here’s what were gonna do. . . “.
He’s got enough stress to deal with. I don’t wanna add a baby to the mix. Between his band, his job, his going out habits (he drinks, smokes, smokes pot, and does coke on the regular), and his stress level, I don’t think he could handle a kid. Plus I’m a 19 year old pothead college kid without a job and a car. We’re not the two most put together people in the world. I’m bipolar, and he’s beyond crazy.
On the other hand, I’ve done way too much thinking. And I think I could totally handle the mommy thing. Babies are tons of work, and I’ve watched two older sisters, cousins, and countless friend have babies. I’ve helped them and enjoyed every minute of it. He seems into having a kid. I asked him if he thought we could do this, since he hasn’t really said a lot about the entire situation. He said “it’s not going to be easy, but we can do it”.
. . . can I really do this?
So I was seventeen when I found out I was pregnant, for some, that can be the most exciting news, but more than likely if you’re young and the pregnancy is DEFINITELY unplanned, then that sort of news can crush you.
I had big plans for myself. I was a senior at a Christian high school, I was gonna go to college… There was no way I could have a baby. At first, I thought maybe I was freaking out and nothing was wrong. I decided to go to a certain pregnancy outreach center, and they informed me that I was, in fact, very much pregnant. I remember telling the woman that gave me the news I couldn’t have a baby, I was too young, that the only choice for me was abortion. The counselor informed me of horrible facts and TRUTHS about abortion and its effects.
At the time, I didn’t believe her. The only choice in my head was abortion. In the state I live in, you have to be 18 to have this procedure done, or a parents consent. Well, not wanting to tell my parents was one of the biggest reasons for wanting the abortion… So I went to YET another clinic (which is in no way an outreach center). They told me I could go to court and have a judiciary bypass, where you appear in court and prove to the judge you are old enough to make this decision without your parents’ consent. I look back on this now and can not even believe that someone has made this legal. There are so many things that can go wrong! At this time, I think I was probably a month along and they told me I had to do it before my third month.
Deep down, I know that I really don’t want abortion but keep telling myself that its the right thing to do. I finally scheduled the appointment. The night before I was to have procedure, I couldn’t sleep. I found myself praying, and I mean crying out to God for some sort of help. The car ride to the clinic was by far the longest trip I had ever made. Walking into the clinic, I felt like dirt. Actually, I cant explain the feeling. I hope I never feel that way again. I filled out my paper work, paid the money that was due, and sat in the waiting room. A nurse called my name. We got back in a room and she told me she had to do an ultrasound to see if everything would be okay for the procedure, and I will NEVER forget what happened next. The woman looked at the screen and for less then a second, I saw her smile. I thought how can this woman smile at a child she is about to kill? I got up and told her I couldn’t do it.
I left that place knowing what I was about to go through would be the hardest thing I had ever faced. And it was very hard and scary, but on May 5th, I gave birth to a BEAUTIFUL daughter…. I thank God everytime I see her running to me that He gave me the courage to be strong 🙂
I love being a mommy 2 my beautiful baby boy.
I do not regret the decision 2 have him one bit. I’m 16 years old, turning 17, this year and I recently had my son on February 8 at 9:26 a.m. weighing in at 6 pounds, 10 ounces, and 18 inches long. My son’s father, the love of my life, is such a good dad and is so happy our baby is here.
The sad part is they grow up so fast my sons getting bigger everyday. 🙁
