im a new prego
Hi, I’m 17 years old and just found out I’m 3 weeks and 4 months pregnant.
My mom kicked me out and I have no place to go. My boyfriend doesn’t even have his own place, so I’m solo…
Anyways, I guess I’ll try to keep you updated…
Hi, I’m 17 years old and just found out I’m 3 weeks and 4 months pregnant.
My mom kicked me out and I have no place to go. My boyfriend doesn’t even have his own place, so I’m solo…
Anyways, I guess I’ll try to keep you updated…
Baby, I got you on my mind isn’t just the title of a song. I really was thinking about a second baby — my friends still can’t believe how absolutely incurably clucky I am, nor my wish to have five more children when I already know how much work one is.
But I’ve thought about it. It isn’t the fact that it isn’t financially or emotionally viable — oh, it is, especially financially; I’ve being in the welfare system long enough to know how this absolutely retarded system works. It isn’t that I couldn’t handle another child — I know I could. It had nothing to do with that.
I just thought, would I really be able to do something like that to another human being? Would I really be able to go that low? How could I look that child in the eye? Are these my values, or is it only the analytical realist part of me talking?
I’m not going to have a second baby, because I just wouldn’t be able to do something like that. I’m not focusing on finding Mr. Right either — he’ll stumble into my life when it’s time; and if he never does, well, sucks to be me ay.
I guess for now I’m going to focus on my baby boy, on my career (the non-existent one that doesn’t want to get anywhere off the ground, but I’m still trying lol), and just having a good time in life with my friends and watching my son grow.
For now that’s going to be my life. I know I REALLY want a second child, I REALLY REALLY want a second child. But I don’t think that’s really up to me to decide — I guess it’s up to God. So for now….well, there’s not going to be baby number two. And the future…well, nobody knows what that’s going to look like anyway.
I AM SIXTEEN YEARS OLD AND I’M 4 MONTHS PREGNANT….
WHEN I FIRST HEARD THAT, I BROKE DOWN CRYING AND THOUGHT THAT MY WORLD WOULD NEVER BE THE SAME. I FELT THAT I WAS GOING TO GO DOWNHILL FROM THERE ……I THOUGHT OF HAVING AN ABORTION BUT MY MOM SAID THAT WOULD BE THE BIGGEST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE CAUSE I WOULD BE INCOMPLETE ALL OF MY LIFE AND THAT HOLE IN MY HEART WILL NEVER BE FILLED.
NOW I UNDERSTAND THAT THIS CHILD WOULD BE A BLESSING AND NOT A MISTAKE…….BOUT NOW, I FACE THE ONE THING IN MY LIFE THAT I’M SO WEAK TO LET GO OF AND THAT IS PEOPLE IN THEIR OPINION ABOUT ME AND MY BABY. I TAKE EVERYTHING TO HEART AND I KNOW THERE WILL BE A LOT OF PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT ME…….,…..
Well, I’m about 18 weeks preggo and I’m still with my boyfriend.
We’re both happy but yet terrified. We haven’t told our parents yet and his are very Christian and mine, well they’d just flip and I don’t know what to tell them, ugh…. I wish I had advice on how to tell them. They didn’t even know we were having sex….. I’m 14!
But I love my baby already and I can feel them kick and it makes me smile and just so happy =] But telling the parents is soo scary.
OK, I have a 2-month-old baby boy named Lucas and I think I am pregnant again.
I’m not sure. I might not be. But I do not know what I would do with another baby.
Well, I guess I don’t need to freak out until I find out for sure. But… I’m just getting ready just in case I am.
Hopefully, I’m not though.
Last September, I had an ex-boyfriend who died suddenly at 18. His heart had a hole in it and the doctors never knew. He also had a then 2-year-old daughter named Daja, and her mother never wanted her and left her with my ex-boyfriend when she was only a month old. He took sole custody of her with the help of his dad.
My ex cheated on me and that’s how he ended up with a daughter. I cared about him and his child even though he had cheated. I helped take care of Daja. I babysat, I took her shopping, spent time with her. I was the only mother she’s “really” ever known and I love her like she is my flesh and blood, not like a child that was born because her father cheated on me.
When they moved to Washington State because my ex’s father, who is in the military, was given a job out there, I was heartbroken. My son had just been adopted, and I was deeply depressed. Being with them made me feel whole. So when his father was sent to Afghanistan and he came back to where I live, I was ecstatic!
He moved in with his great-aunt, who didn’t want him or Daja, so I had Daja at my house almost everyday, I took her out a lot, my ex and I were kinda co-parenting. It was great. Then I was raped and became pregnant with twins, but my ex was there for me; he was best friend. He was my rock and when he died suddenly about a month after I was raped, the world came crashing down on me.
His dad couldn’t come home for the funeral. His aunt and I argued about where he was gonna be buried. His aunt neglected Daja and she wanted to put her in foster care, because she never wanted her. So I decided to seek custody. I was 16 so they wouldn’t grant it. His aunt agreed to “keep” her as long as I helped out with her. I glady agreed.
Now I’m 18. Daja is at my house at least 2 weekends a month and I’m hoping that once I get a good job, she will be with me for good. I might be sick now and if the tumor in my brain is cancerous, what’s gonna happen to Daja? I hope that it’s just a tumor and that they will grant me custody. Daja deserves so much more than she has now and I want to be there for her.
Her dad would’ve wanted that and I want to do it. I love her as much as I love my son. Does that make me “her” mom; is she “my” daughter?