Wanting, hoping, waiting, and praying.
To have a little one to call our own.
Getting tired of trying and failing.
Just want to make our house a home.
When is it going to be our turn for a baby?
There is this emptiness in completing our family,
This is really driving us crazy!
Maybe one day it will be our time for joy,
Until then we must stay strong and keep hoping
Please pray for us and sprinkle that baby dust upon us!
I’m 21 years old…and I never thought this would happen.
I’m so nervous. I’m so confused. I don’t know if I can keep it…or if I should abort it. I know it all comes down to MY decision.. but I’ve never felt so lost before in my entire life. My boyfriend says he supports me in whatever decision I happen to make… but would rather me have an abortion. The cons outweigh the pros it seems. I’m scared I’ll regret the abortion.. but I’m scared I’ll get into the pregnancy and regret that as well. I’ve never really agreed with abortion… I guess cause I’ve never had to consider it before… I feel selfish for even THINKING about it. My emotions are everywhere.. ugh What to do… What to do…. ??????
Hi girls, I am not pregnant.
I signed up for this site because my final project in health is all about teen pregnancy. I did come from a teen pregnancy. My mother was my age when she gave birth to me (16). She kept me and went back to school. She had lots of support from my grandparents, and my father for a little while. He is no longer in the picture. I want to know if some of you are willing to share some of your experiences with your pregnancy and ideas on what you want to do with your baby and if you’re going back to school. Please write me back within the next couple days!
If you want to know more about my mom’s story and how she raised me and stuff, ask me your questions and I’ll pass them on to her. She will be more than willing to answer them for you!
Dear baby,
I’ve grown so attached to you, I think about you non-stop, I dream about you, and I always want to buy you stuff already lol, but maybe it’s just me that thinks it may be a possibility that God won’t let me have you? ugh I want to cry, I want to scream, I never know what to do but all I can do is think about you, but still in the back of my mind every time I start slipping or forget to take a vitamin, I think I’m going to lose you. So I panic and I sit and wait until I have enough faith to believe you’re there. I cry reading people’s stories of losing their babies. The Lord knows I don’t EVER want to lose you. Daddy doesn’t either. You’re something very precious, oh so precious to me. Please little baby, never give up. Anytime you feel you can’t push on any longer, just give me a tap and I’ll make a way, but I’m begging you, never leave me.
-Mommy
Hi! I’m 20 and I’m pretty sure I’m pregnant.
I haven’t had my period in 2 months. I’m too scared to get tested, too scared of the results. I’ll never see the ‘father’ again; I don’t even know him. I smoke a lot. I drink a lot. I’m studying. I’m selfish. I don’t want a baby. I know what I do want, but I know that it’s not right. I don’t think I’ll be able to say goodbye if I were to adopt it out. Even worse, my ex-boyfriend will be getting out of jail soon. If he were to see me pregnant with another man’s baby, he may quite literally kill us.
My family would support me. They’ll be angry if I were to have an abortion, so only my best friend knows about my dilemma and I know she’ll support me either way, but is leaning toward the abortion side because she knows what I want. If I don’t decide what to do soon, my body will. But I mean, how do you decide to give up something like that?? I try to think of it as a clinical little fetus growing inside of me, not My Baby. Sometimes my mind will forget that though. I know I’ll be a good mum. I have things I desperately want to do before becoming a Mother. I want my baby to have a Father. My parents are retired, and I don’t want to make them bankrupt trying to support me and a baby.
I guess what I want is for someone to tell me that having an abortion is ok. That I will feel fine afterward. And life will carry on as normal. And I won’t carry around a terrible guilt that will lay heavy on my heart for the rest of my life. After reading some of the struggles these girls will go through to keep their baby, or the struggles after they’ve lost it, I’m left feeling confused. I know what I want, but I know that it’s not right!
Now I am 9 weeks and 4 days. I’m going for my first check-up/appointment/whatyoumaycallit on June 16. I’m rather excited [:
I finally broke the news to my mother, she freaked out & said she could afford a baby and put it all on her like it would be her responsibility. So my dad, who knows, said we could stay there. Which is good because my boyfriend works for my dad so it saves a lot of gas money. We’re moving in this coming weekend [:
We have names picked out, although we aren’t going to find out the sex of the baby. I really really want to, but he doesn’t. I figure whatever, It will be a decent surprise(: HaHa. I’d much rather know, especially if it’s a girl, so I have an excuse to make our bedroom all pink HaHaHa.
I have a little belly going now, it’s not too noticeable if you don’t know I am, but the people who know definitely see it and love to touch it. I’m not morning sick a lot. I never was, it was usually at night if ever. I have bad bad cramps from gas and wearing too-tight of jeans. [woops>.<] I’m exhausted all the time, but luckily my school year will be over in exactly a week. Then I can FINALLY sleep in.
My boyfriend is just as excited as I am. He looks at my belly every day and touches it and talks to it and all kinds of stuff. He’s going to be a great daddy [: When we go to Walmart, we usually make a stop in the baby aisle and look around. We both want to start shopping already! We aren’t going to until about 15 weeks when we know I’m past the point of miscarrying.
We have a lot of money saved. I have nearly 600 from working since April [haven’t spent a dime!]and he has a looot. He never says how much, but it’s a lot.
But yes. We are super excited to be bringing our little one into the world [:
