Days went on, and I became an emotional wreck.

The pain had gotten worse and I had lost fifteen pounds in less than two weeks. I didn’t know if I should blame my doctor for the pain and not doing a Urine test. But whatever. I was about four weeks already, and I wasn’t able to work because no pills, no nothing made the pain ease, and I avoided as many pills as possible. I had to consider abortion. There was so no way I was ready for motherhood.  I wasn’t going to fall back on support from the government. I was stuck in a grocery store and I still wasn’t even in college. I wanted to be prepared, to have a nice home, to be able to give my baby anything from my own wallet and love. But I didn’t have nothing. I couldn’t let my baby have nothing.

It broke my heart so much because my first baby was supposed to be my FIRST baby…. and I just didn’t know what to do.