I’m 16yrs old and 5 1/2 months pregnant.
When I told my baby’s father I was pregnant, he said pece out. This has been the hardest experience in the life but I have gotten used to it. I would have never even considered abortion even though my Jayden Glenn was unplanned. I love him more than anything in this world. Jayden is the reason I get up every morning, the reason I’m still in school, trying to graduate. My baby’s father isn’t here for me one bit. He doesn’t even claim Jayden. Nut as days go by, I make things better for myself cuz I have to now for my son ;]
For girls who are pregnant and thinking about abortion, to be honest, my son has been the best thing in my life and I wouldn’t imagine a day anymore without wondering what he is going to look like, and how much he is gonna brighten up my day. You don’t need a man to be there for your child. It is hard but things get better with time <33
Always keep your head up and think of better days.
I am 17 and four months pregnant and i have not yet been to the doctors. For the last four months i have been contemplating on having an abortion. I wanted an abortion because i was afraid of what other people might think. It is my senior year and i didn’t want to go to prom and graduation looking like a blow up balloon.I was afraid that i wouldn’t be able to support the baby and that my mom and dad would hate me. To make the situation worst i live with guardians and not my real parents. Everything that i do wrong their solution is to send me away.
I was pregnant once before when i was raped by a guy on my job. I didn’t tell anyone but my boyfriend that i was raped and might be wit child. I had been raped several times before then and had never said anything about it. But being with child i had no choice. When i told them they tried to force me into getting an abortion and decided after the school year was over i would go live with my real Dad.
I decided that i wasn’t going to have an abortion because regardless of how the baby got there it was a gift from GOD. I had planned to give it up for adoption because i didn’t want to see the face of my rapist when i looked at my child. Even though adoption was going to be hard for me i had to do something.
When i was two going on three months i had a miscarriage. It was the worst thing that could have ever happened. I cried for weeks on end about it. My boyfriend was there every step of the way. He promised me that when i had a child that it would be special. Having his own child already at the age of 18 i believed him. His son is his pride and joy.
This time i am pregnant by him and i didn’t feel as if it was special at all. before i was with child him and i got into an argument that ended our relationship. He got with someone else’s shortly after and she was 24. When we were together he told that she was his “cousin”. Later on i found out that she wasn’t really his cousin but his cousins best friend. it broke my heart when i found out that she was staying the night at his house and that they took pics together to make a long story short him and i got back together at the end of December. By the end of January i knew that i was pregnant and i was happy.
One day i was going to my business class and i heard a guy yelling to a girl out of a car “go head sexy with ya bad self”. When i turned to look it was him my suppose to be boyfriend. He had dropped this girl off. when he seen me he had on the dumb face. I smiled and continued to walk and could only think about my unborn child. I didn’t want to deal with him anymore. I was hurt and decided that i wanted to have an abortion. I told him that i was with child and was having an abortion and that was the end of the conversation.
In my mind i knew that i shouldn’t punish my unborn child. So for months i contemplated on what i was going to. I didn’t have the money for an abortion. So i started hitting myself in the stomach. I also would drop weights on it and other dumb things.
One day during school my babies father told me that he wanted me and the child to stay and that he was sorry for all that he had done.
I stopped hitting myself but i still hadn’t gone to the doctors. afraid that they might tell me about all the damage that i had done. Also afraid that my guardians would find out.
Just the other day i found out that along with me the “cousin” that he was dating only for three months was also pregnant. My heart was crushed, the first thing i did was hit myself in the stomach. I didn’t want my child to be his third child and be treated like sloppy seconds. I didn’t want anyone to know that i was pregnant by such a jerk. all i could do was cry.
Now being almost four months abortion was no longer an option. Even though he wants i t and is willing to take care of it i wanted a family. This just wasn’t what i expected. What was he thinking? how many months was she? Had he just found out about this or had he known the whole time? why was she a 24 year old having sex with an 18 year old anyway? My life is in ruins. most of all How is he an 18 year old going to take care of 3 children with no job?
ALL these questions began to run through my head. I felt sorry for me and my child. I thought by hitting myself i would end the child’s pain and mine. I didn’t want to deal with the situation that set before me. The man that i loved and planned to marry had screwed me over once again. the girl he screwed me over with is now about five months pregnant with his child.
Currently i am still four months but i have decided that i want my child. I am scared that it might already be dead or that it will come out with defects. I have been so stupid and selfish. I might have ruined the only thing that i live for. I have always wanted a child and i might have killed it with my own hands. My heart is shattered. I can’t stop crying.
I started looking for a job and a house. I go to the doctors sometime this week for the first time. I can only hope that my child is ok and that the damage i have done can be undone. If anyone out there is going through the same thing please i encourage you to not do what i have done. I regret it everyday, hopefully GOD will give me another chance to make this right with or without my child’s father. I PRAY THAT NO ONE MAKE THIS MISTAKE EVER AGAIN.
Love unforgivable
I am 19 years old. I am currently attending a well-known and respected college under scholarships and grants. I worked really hard in school to get here and my family expects a lot from me. They have always considered me very mature. I was also in a very loving, happy, wonderful relationship with, who I thought was, the man of my dreams. We had spent the last year completely enamored with each other and were connected at the hip. I had a promising, normal, future.
About four months ago, we found out that I was pregnant. My boyfriend, who is one year younger than me, was already dealing with some tough life changes. His parents had recently spilled that after 19 years of a seemingly perfect marriage, their life together was no longer working and would soon be over. He was devastated. Then, not too much longer afterwards, the baby news came. It all is too much to handle. The boy that I once thought was my everything, and me his, has completely isolated himself from me, leaving me heartbroken and alone. Although we are not broken up, I know that we are heading in that direction. My heart hurts. It really, really hurts.
On the other hand, my family is very, very excited for me. We have worked every single detail out for me to keep this little baby. I can still go to school, work, have babysitters, healthcare, and a wonderful place to live. My parents are already picking out nursery colors. My sister, who is my best friend and mother to my two godchildren, has already taken me to do my registry and is allowing me to borrow any and every baby item that she owns, which will help out a lot. My family’s generosity and consistent support is wonderful. I feel so very blessed to have them.
Besides my boyfriend, everything is perfect. The baby, I will find out in a few weeks the sex, if absolutely perfect. Wonderful heartbeat, good ultrasounds. Basically my doctor told me that I am at my prime age to conceive children, physically. I am starting to show, barely, and have had a very easy, painless, morning-sickness-less pregnancy thus far. Overall, I know that I am lucky. However, everything that is happening with my boyfriend is tearing me apart.
I have troubles sleeping and I have to force myself to eat for my baby. I recently went to the hospital for dehydration and a kidney infection because I wasn’t taking care of myself. I really do love my baby and am very, very excited for him/her to come, but I cannot seem to shake myself off of him and onto preparations for baby. I do not want to be this pathetic, but I just feel so very alone, depressed, confused, and sad. I miss him and what we had so much. He wants me to have an adoption. He feels that we are not yet ready to be parents and that another family, who is ready, could provide a wonderful life for our child. Although I admire this decision, I do not think that it is the right one for me. We do not talk about it, although I really wish that we would. I just want my support system back, and he can’t be there for me. I feel as if we have the means to do this, so why not?
My boyfriend thinks that if we give the baby up, then everything can go back to the way that it was. I am not so sure. I know that things have changed and now that I have seen him this way, I don’t know if I could take him back and trust him to be there for me when the going gets tough. I also feel as if this is not who he is, this is not the guy that I dated for a year. He has changed under the pressure, and I know that he is not happy, even though we do not talk about it.
I know that I am mourning him, and I want to stop hating my days and start appreciating this miracle. I love my baby and I know that once he/she comes, nothing else will matter. I also truly believe, although not all of the time, that I do have hopes for happiness. Some day, someone will love me and accept me and my baby together. My dreams for a wonderful marriage and life are not completely shattered. However, there are days when I find myself having a hard time believing this and I would like to know if anyone can help me. I feel as if people try to help, but can’t understand. I need someone else who has experienced this to talk me through it. Give me some pointers on how to make myself better.
Everyone says that they believe that my boyfriend is a good guy and will come around, especially after the baby comes. I am not so convinced. I would also appreciate some guidance on how to legally handle support from him. Everyone tells me that the baby deserves it. Even if I don’t need it for monthly expenses, the child can use it for college, or a rainy day fund.
Any and all advice or comments are welcomed and appreciated. Please help me.
I made love with my Fiancé April 16th. I believe I was ovulating April 15th through April 20th.
I didn’t get my period. I am peeing a lot. I sometimes get lightheaded. I have been feeling really tired more than normal. I am more emotional and sad. My back hurts. I feel like my stomach is full and between my stomach and my lower area it is swollen it looks like. I am asking this question because I am afraid my test will be negative. It’s just me being insecure.
Please help me. Thank You!
So I’m 16 and about one month pregnant…
My family is very strict and I’m scared that they might throw me out if I tell them I’m gonna have a baby… Also, my boyfriend is not happy about the baby and wants me to get rid of it. I can not do that, I would never abort the baby and I want to keep it. But I feel that no one is going to be there for me. I know I can do this because I am strong, but everyone just seems so against it that I don’t know what to do… =(
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MY MOTHER MADE AN APPOINTMENT WITHOUT MY PERMISSION
The day I found out I was pregnant, it was like a big explosion when I told my parents. My parents wouldn’t even speak to me. I felt all alone. The next day I came home from school and my mother told me that we were going out, so I went. When we pulled up to an abortion clinic, I cried the whole time we were there. When the doctor came in, I got up and left. My mom came after me and “Either you get this abortion or you get out of my house”. So I made the hardest decision of my life to kill my baby. I cried all night. I didn’t eat, sleep, even go to school. But, when I did get the strength to go back to school, people were calling me all kind of ‘baby killer’ names. Sometimes, I wonder what my life would have been like if I kept the baby. I would have a three-year-old. I thank my mom for saving my life. I realize that people call you names for killing your baby, they’re not going to take of it, and feed, buy pampers, and clothe it.
It’s all on the mother.
