Hi, I am 18 and I am unexpectedly pregnant.
My husband and I got married almost a year ago, and had decided against kids for a while; like a couple years or so. We didn’t decide exactly on a date, but we knew that we had other things that we had wanted to do. I am in school, and I spend most of my time there, and when I am not at school, I am studying, working on homework, looking for a job (I lost mine a few months ago), and with what is left of my time, I spend with my husband or with friends. There are days where I feel like I am stretched pretty thin, and I didn’t know how I was going to handle things.
Well, we went on a vacation for a week, and I had thought that I was sick. We went out to eat, and the smell and taste of things made me nauseous. I wanted these pancakes, and when we went to the restaurant and I had gotten them, I suddenly got really nauseous. I knew that I was sick, I had the flu or something, but I didn’t know that I was pregnant. I was always so tired, and weak. I didn’t connect the dots when I started getting tender breasts. Well when I got back from the vacation, I was wondering why I hadn’t gotten my period, so I went and bought a test. I had thought that it was a false positive all the times I took it until my husband said, you’re pregnant.
After a lot of decision making, we have decided to keep the baby; whether it was in the plan or not.
Just when you think you find someone… It all ends in a shattering display of broken pieces. Ah well, I know it ended and I’m not in that much pain. On the one hand, I have this weird feeling of freedom and like I can move on. He left because it was in his right to leave… He did not take me or my dignity or my ability to love with him….that stayed behind with me — and I’m dealing fine. It just feels a little empty without him — all these weird thoughts come into my head.
It scares me now that maybe I will be a single mother forever and ever and ever. I get scared that I will never have somebody to love me and to help me and to treat me right like a woman will be treated. I get scared that I will never have a family with a lot of children and be the mother of that family and make sure that my house is happy. It just scares me.
But life goes on. As long as I have the ability to love and not be afraid of the future — goodness, I have a beautiful son. I have lovely friends who supported me so much through the darker days when it actually was hard to wake up in the morning, I have God…I have love….I have a future….I have a degree to finish this year. I have a new flat to move in to next year… I have a family to visit in my homeland in a few months…Life goes on.
It will be fine. Life goes on. There’s hope. I just have to stop worrying and let go of this fear. For He is looking after me.
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?
