I’m 19 & I think I’m, 4 months pregnant… Wow I found out after getting a weird text about how my boyfriend was lying 2 me about his life 4 the past 2 years of our relationship… He is the father of 2 girls, Kiera 4 & Lyla 2… Now I’m expecting his 3rd baby.
Hopefully, it’s a boy, that part has me all excited… I’m at this stage where I have no idea what to do & how to handle everything. Obviously, abortion is out of the question yet the father is forcing me to go for an abortion because of his situation at home which I personally think is selfish for him to tell me to do that. On the other hand, he did have a good point on why I should consider the procedure. My life is falling apart right now. I have goals & dreams of my future & having this baby will not allow me to do what I want to achieve in life. I don’t want to become another stirstic. My argument is that he’s looking out for his best interest & sort of mine. BUT the reality is that I’m 4 months pregnant with his 3rd child. I want to keep my baby but my situation right now, at home, college & the relationship with the father makes everything different & complicated.
Me & the father broke up a month ago, almost before I found out about his ex having 2 of his children & then recently 2 weeks ago & Wed, I found out about the girls. That Mon afterwards, I found out I’m pregnant & the Wed proceeding, I told him, we pregnant. That man went suicidal on me & then denial, saying he’s not the father. I was faithful to him for 2 years & the hurtful part was that I was the last person to know about his children that he says are burdens to him. Everything is so messed up & I’m so confused… The disappointment I will receive from my parents is killing me. What my family will think of me, is driving me insane, close to the point where I’m even suicidal. Why is it so difficult to explain to the father of the baby that I don’t want the abortion because the circumstances makes everything so mixed up? I can’t think straight, I’m losing my head around everything, & the fact that I’m showing sort of is breaking me.
Please guys, I need help & advice. I haven’t told my parents yet & I don’t know if i should. I don’t know if i want my baby or if i should have an abortion?
Hi… I’m vhansz17, I’m gonna turn 18 dis July 9th…
I’m a typical teenager…
Drinking, going out, and making out…
This is what happened…
I think it was 2 months ago, after I got tipsy, and then all I know is that were both naked…
I’m alarmed and try to get out then…
I succeeded, but then thinking about it now…
I really don’t know if he came inside me or not…
I’m terrified bcosz almost all de symptoms shows in me..
But I’m not ready yet..
I came from a very conservative family and I know they’re gonna kill me if they know..
I really devastated..
Dunno what I’ll gonna do??
HELP!
I went to my OB this morning to hear the baby’s heartbeat! It had a strong heartbeat & you could hear him/her moving around (like always!!) ha. I honestly never knew how just hearing one sound could lift the world off of your shoulders, just knowing he/she is okay. I loved it… I could of sat there and listened forever. 🙂 My OB also scheduled me for my 20-week visit…
SOOO I find out if it’s a boy or a girl on June 29th!!!!!! I’M SO EXCITED!!! I can’t wait!
I am the firstborn in my family. The title comes with great pride but I think I was unlucky. My mother found out she was pregnant with me after her boyfriend had left the country. She carried the burden, shame by herself and never told anyone who was responsible. From the day I was born, I somehow knew I was different, was raised by my aunties and uncles and life was easy and happy.
When she got married again, life changed. She seems to be ready to choose something or someone else over me, I got sent to boarding school when my young brother was born. She always had negative things to say about me and for a long time, it hurt until I got used to it and I realized that as much as I have a family, a roof over my head, food, and clothes on my back, I was alone and had to work really hard for everything because if I can’t get them by myself, no one else can. In a way, I pretty much raised myself, not knowing what to do.
So why do I feel hurt now after 20 years of being ignored? Well you see, a month ago, my mother and her husband (step dad) got in to fight and I had to get in between as I usually do. This time, I was beaten, insulted and thrown out of the house at night while it was raining. No one came to my aid, not even my mother.
I thought mothers were to protect. Why does my mother not care or stand up for me? Am I too old for that? Am I such a shameful disgrace to her that she can not bare to protect me and she’d rather choose someone else over me?
I think about it almost every day. It’s been almost 6 years. Of the few people who know, half said I’d get over it. The others said it would haunt me forever.
The day I found out was unseasonably warm. It was beautiful. Maybe it was a sign.
Scared half to death, I went to a local clinic that offered free testing and information on options. Less than an hour after I walked in, I now know for a fact that I’m pregnant. For the first time in my life, I am truly frightened.
A quick glance around the room they usher me into reveals nothing of their intent. The lady is friendly. She gently explains methods of adoption, what I should do if I decide to keep the child, and the best pre-natal pills. Not a word about abortion. So, naturally, I ask. Mistake. Her pretty face contorts slightly with a poorly masked disgust.
“Is that an option that interests you?”
Already sorry for bringing it up, I don’t meet her gaze, but stick with the truth.
“I’m 17 and still in school. This happened as a result of a scary experience. I’m not ready for any of this. Yes, it’s an option that interests me.”
She asks me to join her in another room. It’s much smaller. Darker. There’s a tv on a stand in front of a small table that’s home to a booklet, note pad, and a pencil. She instructs me to sit down. She’d like to educate me on the consequences of the risk I may potentially put myself in.
35 minutes later, I am terrified. After having read the booklet cover to cover and watching the most disturbing video I’d ever seen, I wanted nothing more than to go home and cry. They wouldn’t let me. “Good Christian” after “good Christian” came into the room to pound into my skull that God would forsake me for killing an unborn child, I would never be able to bear children again, and think of how many people want to adopt a child. I finally learned to smile, nod, and agree so they’d let me go home.
A few days later, I stop at Planned Parenthood to get some unbiased information. Two hours later, I’m loaded with information, phone numbers, and a slight feeling that I might actually make it through this.
At this point, I still haven’t told anyone. I need someone to talk to. My mother is the wrong choice. She asks me what I planned to do. I explain abortion was the most likely path. All Hell breaks loose. Seemingly out of nowhere, I’m everything evil and all that is unholy. I bring up that she had an abortion when she wasn’t much older than me. Somehow, that’s different. Once again, I say what someone wants to hear until I can get away.
Within a week, I have an appointment scheduled at the clinic. I have to drive myself. No one out of the 3 people that know can be there or simply won’t be there. As a result, I don’t get pain killers.
It is the most painful experience I’ve ever had in my life. I mean that in every way that pain can be felt.
I lived almost two hours away from the clinic. I had to stop three times on the way home to throw up. The third time, I laid on the grass next to my car and cried. My dad was on his way home, saw me, and decided to stop to make sure I was OK. I told him everything.
He held me and rocked me as I sobbed and rambled about nothing. He cooed and comforted me through his silent tears.
That evening, my mother decided to make an unannounced visit to my father’s house, where I lived. She had planned to drop the bomb on my father in an attempt to gain his support for her cause. He supported me and talked her off her soap box long enough to get her out of the house.
“No, matter what she tries, I’ll always love you and support you, kid. I may think you’re doing something stupid and may disagree, but you’re growing up and it’s your choice to make. I just wish you would’ve told me sooner. I would’ve taken you. When you do decide to have babies, you’ll understand, I hope, that it’s not all about what you want or think. You look like Hell. Go to bed. I’ll make you breakfast, you won’t go to school. Tomorrow we need to do some serious talking. I love you.”
To this day, I remember his exact words. I appreciate every single bit of it.
Every time I see happy children, my heart hurts. I still don’t know if I did the right thing. I never will. Somedays I regret it. Others, I don’t. Mothers’ Day still kind of sucks. My baby would’ve been due on my brother’s birthday. Nobody knows that. I think about it every year.
I will never be able to forget it.
I’m currently in the verge of contemplating about what to do…
I’m so scared coz I’m 1 week delayed. My ex turned best friend, whom I trusted so much, has fooled me for the 2nd time. It was so painful that we’ve decided to go on separate ways. I just can’t stand the pain. but the worst part is that I think I’m pregnant. I’m scared to do pregnancy test and I’m getting upset just thinking on how to deal with it. Moreover… How to tell my parents… I just don’t know what to do.
Hope someone can help me with this. Thanks.
