I think I might be pregnant, but I’m not sure.
I’m about 3 weeks late, I think, but I could be wrong because I was on the contraceptive injection and when I came off it, my periods were all over the place so I’m really confused. Is it possible to be pregnant without getting any kind of morning sickness or sore breasts? I have other symptoms like I need to wee all the time and my breasts have definitely grown.
Can anyone make this any clearer for me? I’d be really grateful x
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Me and my friend were just sitting down in my room and the doorbell rung and it was a old friend that I knew and he came in and we just started to talk and he just started kissing me and I was saying in my mind I am a virgin and I want to stay that until I get married and I told him that and he said not today and he just started to take that was not his and I want to tell somebody what he did but I can’t.
So what should I do?
I’m in love. He’s my best friend. He’s my everything.
My boyfriend and I have been together for almost 5 months. We are inseparable….haha. He gave me a really pretty ring that he saved his money up for and bout 2 months later….lost it…and I just got another one….the exact same one for our 4-month anniversary… He surprises me all the time…and just when I think I can’t possibly love him anymore…he surprises me again… Did I mention I love him? haha.
Well, ever since we got together….we’ve had baby names picked out… Ya, I know…but that’s the way we are together…Bella Rose or Damien Lee…ha, we never actually thought our day could come so soon…I’m pretty sure I’m pregnant… I can feel it …. We’re always safe…but I know things can happen… I have all the symptoms. I haven’t tested yet. My boyfriend and I are going to do that this weekend…and you know what? This may sound crazy but….we can’t wait until we flip it over and it’s positive… No matter how much my parents are going to yell at me… No matter how much people may look at me differently at school… I don’t care… I love this guy…and I love what we created together…at least what I THINK we created…hah… And if you think about it ….everything’s going to be fine…LOVE conquers all.
p.s. My bf calls the potential “baby”…Microbella….and I like to call it Tinkerbella…hah…cuz we hope it’s a girl…
Thank you for listening and I hope you all can understand… I really love how you’re all here for each other and I’d love to be here for you.
Hey, I am happy to announce that I am 6 1/2 months pregnant currently. I will have a Feb 14 baby
There was nothing left but the blueness of the sky. I walked around cleaning with the vacuum cleaner, ordered around by the people who were now the ones who told me what to do.
My ex-boyfriend had forbidden me to talk to anyone, to show myself to anyone due to my ‘condition’. My parents now forbid me to talk about him, to talk about what happened.
My baby kicked around in my belly, playing, and it seemed like my body was curling itself in around this baby, the only thing that was left and treasured in this empty world.
The sun had gone out, and the world had fallen. There was only a baby in my stomach, and I was going to live. I didn’t need to eat to do that, and I didn’t feel like I was breathing, the air had run out in the atmosphere, and the smell of him on the cover of my bed lingered as I lay there in silence and wanted him to touch me, even if he took what he wanted without asking.
The phone rang, the shrill sounds of the Sony Erickson vibrating on the marble kitchen bench. His number.
I didn’t pick up at first, wanting to, afraid, while my parents watched me with their stern gaze, almost commanding silently what I had to do. I can understand them now; of all the things that they were responsible for, they were the heroic ones in this episode of my life; they had stopped a forced abortion, and they had saved me from a place that was dangerous, seeing as how many enemies I now had. I couldn’t see that; I didn’t care. I just followed commands; the sun had gone out anyway.
“Tell him to choose either you or his mother, and then hang up”, said my mother as the phone rang the second time.
I answered. There was a silence.
“Privet,” he said.
“Either choose me or your mother,” I said, and hung up. I didn’t care, I didn’t know what was going on anymore. I wanted him to help me, to love me, I wanted to stop this pain.
He called a few times after that, but I didn’t pick up.
I could just hear the shrill sounds of the Sony vibrating on the kitchen bench, almost rattling the lacquered floors so hard it vibrated, almost taking my breath away with it.
There was nothing left of that day. There was nothing there.
