Hey, I just found out 2 days ago that I was pregnant …….
This is not the first time that I’ve been pregnant, but the third. The first 2 times I had a miscarriage. Yeah, I’m kinda scared and even though the baby’s father wants to marry me, I still feel kinda alone…….and slightly depressed. I just can’t get the idea out of my head of my family talking mess about me and lookin’ at me like a failure ……….
My baby’s father is always here for me but I still feel alone and in the dark completely.
So, I found out I was pregnant. The last thing that I expected at this point in my life.
I haven’t been married a year, and boom baby; it’s baby time. I don’t know what I am going to do. I have been researching abortions, adoptions, and thinking about keeping it. But, I am afraid of how my life will change. Will I be able to go out and do all of the things that other people my age go out and do? Will I ever be able to stay the night at my sister’s house again? What am I supposed to expect? Part of me wants to get rid of it, and the other part of me is wondering why I am considering killing it.
I just don’t know what to do, and I don’t have a lot of time to figure it out. I have read about how people have regretted abortions, but will I? Will I regret it? How will I know if I will regret it until it is too late? I have been reading about how big the baby is, and seeing what parts of its body has already formed and what will be forming in the next couple of weeks, and it’s all so scary.
I just wish I knew what to do…
Let’s see how, do I explain myself…
I was brought into the world March 15. I guess that would make me 19 in a few days. I’ve always had great birthday presents. I suppose this year is going to be the most life-changing. I just found out that I am pregnant about 3 days ago. At first, I found myself upset and alone, knowing that my boyfriend of 3 years wouldn’t be happy. These first 3 days have been trying; the options of abortion and keeping the baby constantly flipping through my mind like a drunken daze. The first morning, I actually ended up pinching myself and asking my boyfriend if last night was real or a dream. I guess I always believed this would never happen to me. Being a Christian, I was raised not to believe in abortion, although I will not say it hasn’t crossed my mind. To my father’s family, pregnancy out of wedlock is a sin, that even my unwed cousins who have children from my mother’s side are talked about with a personification of disgust.
I lost my mother who was 7 months pregnant when I was 15, and for the first time since her death I’ve been dreaming about her and my unborn sister Jocelynn. I believe that God is telling me something. That its time to change my life and start new, that maybe this will end as my blessing.
I just found last night, after speaking with my pastor, that I will be keeping the baby, that despite what others may say and the wrath that I will receive from my fathers family will all be worth it in the end. I am scared, but excited. I am alone but strong. I know that I can make it, and maybe one day, I can go back to school to start my nursing program.
I am 16. It’s really hard for me to accept this.
I feel confused. It’s weird because at times, I feel like maybe I could get through this but then again, I won’t. I am 14 weeks pregnant. My belly doesn’t show at all. I’m a junior and I don’t wanna drop out. I realized I can make it trough after reading many of the provided stories, but still am scared. My boyfriend and I have been together for a year and 3 months now and he is very supportive and opposed to an abortion since we both found out I was pregnant. My parents were never in favor of our relationship but learned how to deal with it. I am the older sister to a 10-year-old sister and an 8-year-old brother.
These past weeks, I realized that having the baby wasn’t my biggest fear, but losing my parents and having them kick me out the house and not talking to me again as a result, is. My boyfriend told his parents and they are very supportive with evrything. I told my little sister and she is excited and has kept my secret safe so far. My boyfriend wants me to tell my parents, the sooner the better, he says. He tells me that I don’t know what their reaction may be. I want to stay in school and I want my boyfriend to also, he is 17. I already decided on having the baby. The hard part is telling my parents, since I’m still their baby, considering I was the first born. They have great expectations from me. It feels weird being home with them and not being able to tell them how I’m feeling. They always talked to me and warned me on the bad decision making I have and how if I didn’t change my ways, it was going to affect the outcome of my future. I know I can succeed. I try to convince myself that this is the baby my mother can’t have right now since my father is crazy about having another baby.
I need advice on how to tell them, please anybody.
I’ve been dying to talk to someone who has gone or is going through this situation.
Please any advice would be appreciated.
Thank you for reading.
Just a quick note about me.
I found out I was pregnant 4 days before my Senior year in high school. Very much unplanned. Very much unexpected. My boyfriend and I had been together for about 9 months or so when I became pregnant. The world was against us.
When I found out I was expecting, my world came crashing down. I had always told my boyfriend that if I were to “end up” pregnant, I would get an abortion. Simple as that, right? Wrong! I didn’t want the baby and even made an appointment for an abortion. My boyfriend and his mother were going to take me in. Then, the weekend before my appointment, I had a change of heart. My best friend took me to her Youth Pastor’s house so I could speak with his wife. Honestly, I had nothing to say to her. And she was really uncomfortable with me.
I knew that if I were to continue with the pregnancy, my boyfriend would leave me. I loved him so much. He was my world. But it was a chance I’d have to take. I told him that I couldn’t go through with an abortion and boy was he mad!! Then I had my first ultrasound and I decided that I would give the baby up for adoption. Then my Love left me. I was devastated. But I knew that he would leave. He warned me of it. He said he was too young. Everyone around him said that his life was over and his mom was really ticked off. She hated me. I was the little hooch that “trapped” her son. Over and over, she would say that we were dumb and that we wouldn’t ever have anything because of our “mistake”. (She is a Labor and Delivery nurse and has seen some pretty horrible things in her days).
My mom and sister gave me a guilt trip about adoption, promising that I could still have a normal teen experience because they would help me. But that never happened. I had my daughter in May and then I turned 18 two months later. I finished high school while I was still pregnant, but then I set out on a mission to prove that I would become “somebody”. I felt like I needed to prove that I was worthwhile and capable of overcoming a huge obstacle. I suppose my daughter was a great motivation to not fall into the partying trap.
I left home a month after my 18th birthday. I put myself through college. I moved 300 miles away from my friends and family…. all with my baby girl by my side.
My boyfriend and I were off and on, until he moved away with me so I could finish my college education. When my daughter was 8 years old, we finally got married. (She was the flower girl, haha). I remember planning for the wedding, my MIL told me how proud she was of me and that she was so sorry for saying those horrible things to me. That was like aloe on a sunburn.
Since then, my husband and I have gone on to have more children. We added 2 crazy little boys to the mix and even had another daughter.
Sadly though, while I was pregnant with our second daughter, Charlotte, I learned that she would be one sick little girl. Before finding this out, I had always said that if I took the prenatal tests and they came back weird, I would deal with it as it came. Then I had one. The doctors tried to convince me that “interrupting the pregnancy” would be a good option. What they were telling me was that I should have an abortion because my baby was sick. I heard terms like “incompatible with life”, “stillbirth”, “deformaties”, “growth restriction” and “heart and brain malfunctions” and didn’t know how to make sense of them.
They said “interrupting the pregnancy” like it could be resumed, ya know? NO! It can’t be resumed. It could never be resumed.
I was bent on keeping my daughter as long as God allowed. And that lasted for 36 weeks. Her little heart stopped beating while I was at the doctors office getting a check up. I was due at the end of the month.
I was able to deliver her like I did all of my other children. Some think that is gross. I used to. But I also had the chance to be her mommy. I was able to hold her and kiss her. I got to see what her little face looked like and check out the cute little curls on her head. Had I aborted her, I would have never seen her. I wouldn’t have been able to hold her or kiss her goodbye.
It wasn’t something that I thought I would ever have to go thru. But I did. And I think I made the right choice.
I miss her a lot, but I know that she is in a much better place.
Remember, it’s never as bad as you think it is…
~C
I’m 16 years old and the youngest in my family.
I know I’m pregnant without a doubt and so does my boyfriend, but we haven’t told our parents just yet. We both want to wait and tell them. We know that we will go through a lot of family issues because my mom and his grandma had been telling us not to have any while we are still in school. Even though we slipped up and are expecting one anyways, I don’t look at it as a burden but a blessing. It’s just the way of telling our families that I really don’t know how to do.
Can someone give me any advice? My boyfriend is joining the military after he graduates, and I plan to still do my fashion no matter what because I believe nothing can ever stop your dreams if you’re really determined.
