My mum is forcing me to get an abortion, and I don’t want to.
I know I might sound crazy, me being 14 and all, but I am only 4 weeks pregnant, and I’m starting to love my little embryo sooo much. I don’t think I can go through with a termination. The dad is a complete crack-head, and he completely denies it, but I don’t give a monkey’s.
With some support, I know I can do it.
Yay! 😀
Nearly there. Only two months to go! Finally. Time has really honestly gone pretty slow, and I haven’t exactly had the greatest pregnancy. But I got there! (:
I can’t wait to meet my Baby Girl. My Baby Bump is pretty huge now. It’s going to be weird afterward when it ‘deflates’ lol.
I moved out of home too, finally. It was a slow, and hard decision, but three weeks into it and I don’t regret it at all.
I moved into my partner’s place. We are staying with his parents. It’s much better being here, it’s a healthier environment for baby with no smokers, and I am eating heaps everyday. So baby is getting everything she needs. Some of the meals we get for dinner are pretty out there, but sometimes they are surprisingly good.
And we have barely had any fights while I have been here. Only the occasional and one major… But it’s better this way. Rather than when I was at home, we were fighting everyday and it wasn’t good stress for baby.
We went to a couple of Antenatal Classes, that were very basic and didn’t really teach us anything, especially in regards to the fact that I just wanted mostly to learn about preparation for labour and the birth. But never mind, it was still fun to go along anyway. And Daddy enjoyed it. (:
I am getting pretty tired now, and restless. Just wanting our Little Girl to come out, so we can meet her. I am so excited but I am also SO scared! Mostly about the birth. I have heard some pretty scary birth stories, I just hope that my birth is simple and easy. With no complications, etc.
I know a few friends who are also having babies this year.
It is definitely baby year this year.
18 on Saturday too! Yay. (:
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I will never forget the day I found out I was pregnant. I sat in the bathroom, hyperventilating as I looked at the blue line that indicated I was pregnant. “I’m only 19,” I kept thinking.
I met the father of my baby in February last year and spent time getting to know him. He seemed perfect. In June, we were dating and I was sure this was one relationship that was built to last.
Weeks earlier, my boyfriend had been teasing me about gaining weight and asked me if I was pregnant. Having been told by my gynecologist that I had an ovarian syndrome and would have difficulty conceiving, I told myself it was impossible and there must be some sort of mistake.
When I saw that proud blue line telling me I was pregnant, I wanted to cry but just didn’t have the tears. I started feeling faint and scared. How could this have happened and when did it happen?
I couldn’t concentrate on anything except the positive test the next day. That night, I told my best friend I was pregnant. His reaction was not what I expected. He promised to be there for me no matter what I decided to do.
The next day. I told my boyfriend. The first thing he said to me was “You’re going to get an abortion, right?” I felt the tears forming in my eyes and I said yes. That night, I cried myself to sleep.
That weekend when I went over to his place, he talked me into getting drunk as “I was going to have the abortion so it wouldn’t matter if I had that beer.” I thought I might feel better, but when I sobered up, I felt so guilty. I cried myself to sleep again that night as I kept thinking what a horrible person I was. That was when I decided I needed to go to a doctor to confirm the pregnancy.
The doctor told me there was no doubt at all that I was pregnant. I was 8 weeks already! I didn’t hear anything else he said as I sat in the chair staring out the window.
Telling my parents wasn’t easy. I had always been the rebel of the family and knew this was going to be the last straw. In my mind, I tried to prepare myself for what was to come. What happened though surprised me. Both my parents took the news very calmly, although they could not hide the disappointment on their faces.
The next step was telling my boyfriend that I was going to keep the baby. That didn’t come easy either. For the next couple of days, he didn’t talk to me. Instead, he would go out and get drunk every day. He would call me at 3 am, still drunk, and ask me why I was keeping the baby. Telling me that he still loved me but he just wasn’t ready to be a father. I hadn’t been for any ultrasounds, but I already knew that I loved my baby. When I would tell him that I am not changing my mind, he would start crying.
What came after that was the biggest surprise. My boyfriend proposed to me. He said he realized that being a father was a blessing and not the end of the world for him. I sat in awe, and when I eventually found the words to speak again, I said yes, I would marry him. Somewhere, I suspected that my best friend had something to do with this sudden change of heart towards having a baby.
For about two weeks, it was fantastic. He would call me every night and talk to me until I fell asleep on the phone. He would tell me how he couldn’t wait to go to the first appointment with me so he could see our baby. The day of my first ultrasound came and my boyfriend wasn’t there. My heart sank as I thought of how I had called him that morning to remind him of the appointment and he promised he would be there.
Seeing my little baby and hearing his heart beating made me realize just how much I loved my baby already. And for the first time, I felt excited about being a mother.
Things started to turn sour and my boyfriend and I started fighting a lot more. That’s also when I saw him for who he really was. I was really unhappy and hated being around him (and no, it wasn’t only the hormones!).
I broke up with him, explaining to him that I can’t be with him because he made me so unhappy. Talking to him would leave me either angry or on the verge of tears. all he ever did was put me down, insult me or make me feel guilty about being pregnant.
Thank God for my best friend, who was with me, just as he had promised he would be. As I told more and more of my friends and felt their excitement as we all realized “we are going to have a baby”. That’s when I realized that parenting is a choice. No matter what I did or said to the father of my baby, I could not force him to be a father. That is a decision he would have to make for himself.
And that is when I realized that I had in fact been in love with my best friend! He always seems to prove to me that parenting is indeed a choice that one makes, and he has chosen to be a father to Brooklyn. I realize that I can’t replace Brooklyn’s biological father with someone else, but what I can give my son is someone who is willing to be a father. Someone who is willing to make him smile, help change his diapers, help feed him, comfort him when he cries, and most importantly, someone who will love him as much as I love him.
Brooklyn was born on the 17th of march. Now every day, I look at him and hold him in my arms. I don’t regret my decision to keep him at all. I truly feel love have finally found my happiness.
I’m 19 and have recently found out I’m pregnant. I thought my boyfriend, 23, would be happy. We had planned for a while to have children. Then he comes home with evidence that two years ago, after his fourth child, he had a vasectomy, but I didn’t cheat on him. I know this baby is his and that his operation must have been a failure, but no matter what I say he won’t believe it.
It is awful that because of this, my child is going to be raised without its father, with me as its only family. I find out how far along I am next week. Then I’m going to inquire about an amniocentesis, to find out when I can have it to prove to my boyfriend the baby is his. I never wanted to be a single mother, but there is no way I could turn to abortion or adoption. I was pushed into an adoption when I was still a child at 14 and I could never do that again. I had the thought to get an abortion today. I even looked up prices, but it just didn’t feel right to take away a part of me, to rob my baby of its chance to live. I know it is going to be tough and I will have a lot of judgment from other people about keeping my baby, but I know that it is the right thing to do. I know I want to keep this baby, to raise it myself. I’m looking at a place today for me, the baby, and a few close friends, so at least I have some support. There is no way that I can continue to live with my boyfriend if he will not accept that this life, this innocent little baby inside me, is something we created together. It is just not how I am. I can’t live the lie that he wants people to believe. He can paint me as the bad person, but there is no way I will let those feelings reach my baby, to harm my baby as they surely would.
I will keep posting updates as I get further along and let you all know of the outcome.
17 And Pregnant.
Found out I’m pregnant 2 or 3 days ago. I’m only 4 weeks along but really excited! The baby wasn’t planned, but now I’ve got just used to the idea. I wouldn’t have it any other way!
Me and my family have been through a lot during the past 10 years or so, with my dad being seriously ill and my mum being in and out of hospital. So at times, there’s plenty of stress for the whole town! LOL
Me and my boyfriend have been together since November 09 and are engaged 🙂 We’ve been on and off for years so we know each other well. He’s been living with me and my parents since Christmas and everything’s going fine, until…
I found out I was pregnant. It came as a shock to both of us. I totally didn’t understand what was going on. So I took an HPT in the morning…positive. Wasn’t sure so went out and bought 2 more, then took the 2nd one…positive. So my boyfriend took me to the doctor’s and I had a blood test. I didn’t get the results from that till 2 days later. So I woke up the next day and took a 3rd HPT and guess what it said,…. positive! By this time, I was getting excited about being a mummy! So I went to the docs a few days later and the blood test results came back…Positive! That’s when it hit me, I was going to be a mummy! I couldn’t believe it! 🙂 I was and still am so happy!
My parents weren’t so thrilled though. as you could imagine! They want me to get an abortion, but I could never do that! I don’t even know how she can suggest it! But I’ve told her it’s my baby and my choice and I choose to keep my baby! 🙂
Mum told me early that if I am keeping him/her, then I will have to move out! So be it! I’m applying for jobs and I’ve even applied for a council house till I have money for my own home.
But my boyfriend is very supportive and I plan on finishing college and going onto level 2 of my course. Having a baby is not going to get in the way of my dreams. If anything, it will give me more determination to do the things I want to do. Because one day, I want to look into my child’s eyes and see that they are proud of their mum! And I know I can be a good mum! I’m going to give my child everything they need/want!
I’m only 4 weeks, but love my baby already! 🙂
So If You’re Young And Pregnant, Believe In Yourself. You Can Do It!
I am new to this site and I just wanted to share my story about my pregnancy, delivery, and motherhood.
Me and my boyfriend have been together since freshman/sophomore year (I’m now 18). We loved each other so much that we chose to not use protection. In June, I found out I was pregnant, and I was heartbroken because my relationship with the father was really going downhill, but I knew I was going to keep the baby. We talked about what we were going to do because I lived so far away from him and my life at home wasn’t fit to raise a child in. So we decided that it would be best if I moved in with him and his parents. Keep in mind we are both the same age. Neither of us had a job and both of us were scared. The first part of my pregnancy went well. I didn’t get sick a lot. I was just tired. I ended up changing to a school where I went only four hours a day. That way, I could go to doctor’s appointments when I needed.
At around 25 weeks, I went to the doctor and they measured my belly and I was measuring 29 weeks (that’s a HUGE difference). So my gut feeling told me that things weren’t probably going to go right. I began keeping an eye on my blood pressure and each time I went to the doctor’s, it was higher than the time before, and my body began to swell( I gained 9 pounds in one week!). I was worried. Around 32 weeks, I got a cold that just wouldn’t go away. So I called the doctor’s office and they told me to come in, so I did. They did the usual weighing and blood pressure. Well, when they did my blood pressure, it was 160 over 101 (this is very high). So they sent me to the bathroom to pee in a cup to test my urine for protein (this is done the a little stick, you just put it in the pee and it will turn a color) and I did have a good amount of protein in my urine. So they sent me over to the hospital for more tests and monitoring. I was so afraid for my son. I kept thinking how could this be happening. Hours later, the doctor came in and said that they wanted to give me a steroid shot to help the baby’s lungs mature faster if he needed to be born now. They also said that I had preeclampsia and that I was at a high risk of having a stroke or something like that. They told me that I needed to stay at the hospital.
My world was being flipped upside down in a matter of a few hours. I was terrified! While I was in the hospital, my boyfriend stayed with me, but he complained the whole time that he was bored, or that he was tired, and that I slept too much. So I didn’t have much support from him. I felt alone, scared, overwhelmed. I worried about my son, about how small he would be and if he would survive. I was admitted to the hospital on Dec. 30. And on Jan 2, the doctor came into my hospital room and told me that she didn’t like what she saw on my blood work and that she wanted to start inducing me. At that time, I was alone. My boyfriend had left hours earlier to go help his grandpa. I was so afraid. They had me change into an ugly dress thing and they transferred me over to labor and delivery. One nurse tried to get an IV in me, but I was so swollen they couldn’t nor could they feel my veins very well. So they had someone numb my arm so they could dig for one. Thankfully, he got it on the first try. They started me on this medicine, which made me feel like my skin was on fire. It was to help my blood pressure. Then my boyfriend arrived and told me sorry it took so long, I was busy. Then he started complaining about how hungry he was. Needless to say, I was pissed!
Then they had someone from the NICU come in and talk with me about how small my baby was going to be and that he probably will have a hard time eating and all this other stuff. I couldn’t help, but to feel like this was all my fault.
