I knew whenever I started dating my fiance that he was different. I knew that he was the one. After only 2 months of us dating, I found out I was pregnant. I’m 20 years old. As irresponsible as it was, the pregnancy was planned; we used zero protection.
His giddiness was contagious and I wanted to keep the baby from the moment I found out I was pregnant. We told our parents the happy news the day we went to the doctor’s office.
My dad cried. That was the first time I’ve seen him cry since my mother died when I was 10. I hate disappointing my dad because I have to live up to the standard that my older-middle sister has set. (She moved away from home to go to college to study veterinary medicine, which is what my dad’s father studied.)
The first question he asked me was “What are you going to do?” I said, I don’t know. He just shook his head and suggested I get an abortion. Soon after, I told my sisters I was pregnant, and they both cried. They both suggested I get an abortion and they said they’d help pay for it.
This is not what I wanted. I wanted that baby so bad. But, being the good daughter that I wanted to be, I gave into my dad’s plan of getting an abortion, two days after Valentine’s Day.
I feel like I did it just to make my dad happy. And I hate myself for it.
If we would’ve kept the baby, we would’ve named it either Aiden Cole, or Scarlett Monroe.
I’m 26. I have two kids, 6 and almost 4. I have recently found out that I am pregnant with my third. Well, If I think about it, my 5th. I in the past had 2 abortions. One not long after my oldest was born, and the other just a little over a year ago.
I am very excited about this one. I finally have things together in my life. I have been with my boyfriend for 7 years and we think it is best to have another now. My only concerns are, I have a boy and a girl now, and I don’t want them to feel left out. I am afraid that if it’s a boy my son will feel like he is not mama’s boy anymore. And for my daughter, if it’s a girl, that’s she not daddy’s little girl anymore.
I guess all I can do is hope for the best, and be sure that I give them the same attention I always have. I love my kids so much and I love the one growing inside of me. Do I have enough love for all three. And I can’t forget their dad.
I am pregnant now, but so much stuff has happened between then and now.
I was with my ex-boyfriend for a year when I decided ”I had to live” with him. I ran away from home because my parents didn’t accept him. I had just barely turned 17 at the time I left. I lived with him for 3 months when he started abusing me. I let it go on for another 4 months before I realized that was enough and went home. A week after I had came home, I noticed I had been feeling very sick to my stomach and really tired. I told my friend I thought I may be pregnant and finally took a home pregnancy test. It was positive. I cried so much at first cause I thought, “Why me. ” I told my parents and they were disappointed, but they were helping me also. I feel now that I am 3 months and a week into that, God gave me this baby. It’s almost like a lesson that I had taken my family for granted before, my mom especially, and now I realize it. My mother is my best friend now. The one thing that bothers me most is my ex. There is a restraining order on him, but I can’t seem to get him out of mind. I did love him a lot before and I feel that I still might. I’m very angry that he did do that to me, but I forgave him. I think a lot now because I’m afraid to be a single mother, and I wish that I could give my ex another chance to change. I don’t know why I care for him so much still. He tries to text my phone every so often, apologizing and saying that he still loves me. Part of me wants to accept and the other part wants to think it’s a lie because that’s all it was before. Please give me some advice as to what I should do.
Can a person like him change? As a soon-to-be mother, I want to protect my child.
Hey, I’m 19 and pregnant! I’m really scared but really happy about it…
I’m in love with my baby’s daddy but know my lil baby boy won’t have the same kind of life as a 30-year-old couple with stable jobs kid will have!
Well, I’d love to chat with someone who might have similar feelings!
Hey everyone. I’m a 21-year-old single mom of an awesome two and half-year-old little boy. Since I had him, I’ve had some rough times which I ended up having not one but two abortions since I had him.
At the time I had each of them, I thought I was doing the right thing considering the situations I was in and how everyone around me like the guy kept telling me it was the right thing to do. Yet when I’m alone sometimes, I start thinking or I see my son’s baby pictures and I think to myself how I could have two other amazing kids running around. But I keep my head high and keep doing what I am, not letting my past decisions keep me down.
I have recently found out that I’m pregnant again, only four weeks along actually, and the father asked me to do what’s best and not have the child. I mean, I gave it some thought but I know that I can’t put myself through that again. I’ll never forget the past two and do not want feel the emptiness inside again. cause its not a form of birth control like some guys think it, nothing. Well to them, maybe not, but they don’t feel that empty feeling inside after it’s done.
Anyways I guess I just wanted to share with everyone that I was pregnant again! And due around mid March. I have read many stories and such from this site in the past few years and everyone’s stories have really helped me along the way.
Wow, what a wild ride this is turning out to be! Aside from the paperwork I’m into up to my nose at work, things aren’t turning out so bad. I’m in my twelfth week and will be beginning my second trimester next week. That means I get bigger right..? Eek! Many friends and family are aware of the pregnancy now and are ecstatic! Others whom we haven’t seen in what seems to be forever don’t have a clue, but no harm, no foul.
Great news! My boyfriend was just hired for a new job for exactly what he’s been in search of, millwright! He starts next Monday. I won’t see him for five straight days as he will be pretty far away to drive with the ludacris gas prices still rising, which does saddens me. However I like to think I’m one tough cookie, and I’ve got a lot to keep me busy between working six days a week, the gym, and fixing up our little place we are currently in. More great news! We’ve found a place where he will be working! It’s a fabulous condo that’s just had new renovations. They’re friends of ours and they need to move for a new job as well so they’re selling to us! We won’t be moving until late January, early February because I want to stay close to friends, family, and most importantly…my doctor. So unfortunately, things will be a little lonely for a while. Maybe not so lonely after this little angel starts kicking me in the gut. I’m sure I’ll need a little boot every now and then to keep me going though! We are beginning to get along better, though there are still those mental arguments that make me want to claw my face off. He is getting better day by day, and I pray it just continues.
So with all this good news on the up and up, I’m left wondering what’s next? After so much good news, isn’t some bad news supposed to even the score? I guess we’ll see. I’ve made it this far so it would be pointless to stop now. Just stay strong and keep that chin up girl…you can do anything! We’re all just trying to make it in this crazy world which continues to turn on itself daily. We need to have each others’ backs because long gone are the days when you could do it on your own. Maybe you still can…but why turn away a loving outstretched hand?
