Hi, I was only 14 when I fell pregnant with my now 2-year-old daughter.
I was dating her father. I thought he was 20, but when I was 6 months pregnant, the truth came out and he turned out to be 31! I gave him the option to leave and never come back or I have him charged. He left happily. I was 15 when I gave birth. She was a day early, weighed 8.3 pounds, and was 52 cm long. She was the most beautiful little girl I had ever laid eyes on. I enjoyed every moment of being a single mum, even the sleepless nights, lol. Her father has seen her now and then. I gave him the option of seeing her, but he just does not bother. When I was 16, I fell pregnant with a ”good friend”. It was not planned one bit (he was told he would never have children). When I found out I was pregnant. I went into shock.
My parents had just kicked me out and I had to leave my daughter with them because I had nowhere to go and did not want her on the street when she could be indoors and safe. I knew he was never going to be a decent father. He is a heavy drug user and a slob. I don’t believe in abortions and I didn’t want to hand my child over to complete strangers knowing I might never see him again. I eventually moved into my brother’s house with my daughter and I became the main carer for my nephew who is 5 weeks younger than my daughter. I enjoyed it. It was a good experience and got me ready for 2 children. When I was 5 months pregnant, I moved into my own 3-bedroom house and it was great. I finally got to know my real daughter because I didn’t have everyone around us 24/7. On October 18th, I was induced due to my son not growing properly. I gave birth to him after 9 hours of labor at 4:16 am on the 19th of October (my best friend’s birthday and my ex’s). He weighed 6.7 pounds and was 46.5 cm long. He needed oxygen because his cord was wrapped so tightly around his neck, but he was beautiful and he was mine. He is now 6 months old and my daughter and him adore each other.
I am currently under a lot of stress because of his father wanting full custody. I have allowed him to come over when he wants to see our son, but I refuse to let him take him anywhere. He has only seen him once in his 6 months of life because he is too lazy and will not stop the drugs. I try to do my best as a mum, but I am not perfect. My kids are healthy and happy, the bills are paid on time, there’s food in the cupboard, and they have everything they need and extra, so I can’t be doing too bad lol.
I guess I just needed to get my story out and off my chest because a lot of people instantly think I am a bad mum because I am young so I just don’t open my mouth. I do not plan on any more kids. I have 2 healthy kids, so why push my luck? Thanks for listening.
I’m 17 years old and almost 16 weeks pregnant. I have been with my (sorta) boyfriend for over 14 months.
Yesterday, I found out he cheated on me 6 months ago. But the worst part is that he lied over and over until I found hard evidence. My dad is retiring and moving to his other home in Arizona and he wants me to go with him, but my boyfriend wants me to find a place in Kansas, where he goes to college. My dad told me that as long as I take college online classes for 2 years (which I get for free because I was in A+), he would pay my rent, but I need to get a job. Anyway… Now I have to decide if I should move in with my dad or if I should forgive him and move there… I have to decide what to do now because I have to move on June 1st. My entire family (except my mom) hates him so none of them really want me to go to Kansas, but I thought it would be a good idea to make sure the baby knows their father. I can’t decide what’s best for the baby and me.
So things with me have been pretty crazy these last couple of months…
My brother is three and a half years older than me, an age difference which constantly worked against me in my opinion. My ‘Graduations’ always seemed, to me at least, to be less important than my brother’s. When I was finally going into first grade he was moving into middle school and for my parents, that was a big deal. It happened again when I moved into middle school, but now my brother was going into high school. Eighth grade rolls around and my brother is going to graduate.
For a time, it seemed to be a never-ending cycle, but during my freshman year at high school, I realized that was not the case. My brother had gone into the workforce directly so my graduation would be overshadowed by nothing. It would be my weekend and undoubtedly my parents would do whatever I wanted to do. I dreamed up a bunch of different scenarios: Spending a weekend at the coast or going to Ashland, OR were my two favorites, but never once did going to the zoo with a two year old cross my mind as my ideal graduation weekend. Not even on January 27 when a little girl by the name of Kaylee was born three months premature. In fact, it wasn’t until four months after this when I held daughter for the first time that I decided that that is exactly how I wanted to spend my weekend. As of today, she is two years, two months, and two days and I cannot wait for June to roll around so I can take her to see the zoo.
When my parents first asked me what I wanted to do for the weekend, I didn’t have to think before deciding that taking my daughter to the zoo would be the perfect weekend. It was an idea they were hesitant to accept at first. When I first suggested it, she was just starting to walk. But the closer it came to my graduation and the older she grew the more she couldn’t wait to take her. This summer will be her very first visit and I can’t wait to show her all of my favorite animals just like my parents did when I was her age. We’ve been talking about it nonstop, practicing animal names, sounds and imitations and even picking out her clothes, even if it isn’t for another two months from now.
No, I never considered going to the zoo with a two year old as my ideal graduation weekend. But after I adopted my beautiful, smart, and wonderful daughter, I can’t imagine spending it any other way. So I would love to thank all those girls and women out there who when they find themselves pregnant do not terminate it, even if they aren’t ready to become parents and give someone else to love the child they created. It is the greatest gift imaginable and I can’t imagine loving any child any more than I do my little Kaylee Sue.
For the past week or so, my body has just been acting different. I don’t know how to describe it, but I just feel different.
I have a feeling I might be pregnant, but I really don’t know for sure. At first, when I thought about it, it worried me since I’m 18 and don’t have a job. Even though my very loving boyfriend (who is surprisingly excited about this) has a decent-paying job, I was still worried. But after coming to this website, I feel so much better. I’ve even had several dreams this week about being pregnant.
Now I just want to know if I am or not. I think I might be a little disappointed if I’m not because I think I’m actually looking forward to this. No, I know I’m looking forward to this. lol I don’t know what’s going on in my head. But my period doesn’t start for another week, so I’m just gonna have to wait.
I have an amazing boyfriend.
We had unprotected sex 4 days ago and he came in me by accident. We are both really scared that I might get pregnant because we checked an ovulation calendar online after it happened, and it said that the day we did it on was my most fertile day of ovulation. I told my mom about everything that was going on and I told her about the Plan B pill. But we didn’t actually get the pill until the 3rd day, and you’re supposed to take the pill within 72 hours of conception, or else it won’t work. So I took the pill with only 5 hours left to take it. And I’m scared it might not work because I was told that the later you take it, the less likely it is to work.
Then again, I was sort of excited about the idea of being pregnant and having a baby. But we were NOT trying to conceive. My mom was very supportive when I told her and she respects that I am 100% against abortion. And my boyfriend is adopted, so adoption is also not an option. So if it turns out that I am pregnant, we will keep the baby, and I trust him that he will be by my side every step of the way. I guess when I saw how supportive and understanding my mom was being, it got me to think that everything would be OK if I do end up getting pregnant. But if the pill worked, then I’m getting put on birth control, and we are for sure using a condom everytime. I don’t want to go through another scare like this ever again!
I know I will be a great mother [if I am pregnant].
Everything happens for a reason
This isn’t for the world, this is a journal for myself. But you’re welcome to know my story.
Friday, April 23 started the beginning of possibly nothing. My boyfriend of nearly 8 months and I decided to give it a try. We had been planning it for a while since we decided we were meant for each other. Well, it turns out the rubber broke. He about died he was freaking out so bad. Meanwhile, I decided he was freaking over nothing. But eventually, I started to worry. He couldn’t sleep or eat or even really concentrate. But he knows one thing, and that is that he loves me and nothing could tear us apart. Even though he blames himself for all the things that might happen, I see absolutely no fault. I just see a bright path, including a beautiful child we made together or another bright path leading to it when we are older and more prepared. I am 16 and a Junior in high school. He is 17 and a Junior in high school.
Yes, we are young. Yes, we have a small chance of making it together. But YES, I believe no matter what everything will work out. My mom supports us, however she is real laid-back. We’re waiting to tell his parents until we know if I am or not. There is so many cons to me being pregnant if I am. But there is so many pros.
Here begins the beginning of my wait. I will test in 9 days, wish me luck…
