I am thirteen weeks and one day pregnant with baby number two! My husband and I call this baby, Baby A. We are hoping for a girl. We find out what we are having in June. I am so excited. Although I realize it is going to be hard since I already have a fourteen-month-old son. This baby is due in November, and by then my son will be twenty months old.
I love my babies and husband! <3
So today I just found out that I’m pregnant.
I have thousands of things running through my head and I’m so confused. My boyfriend said he would only support me if I had an abortion which makes this that much harder. I know that in the end, it is my decision but I don’t know what I should do. But I do know that no matter what decision I make my family and friends are behind me. Only my sister and aunt and two friends know and my boyfriend. It’s heartbreaking to know that this is happening to me. Although I do know there’s a reason. I’m only 18 years old and will be done high school in a month. I have already been accepted to police foundations for September which makes this that much more difficult. My sister and aunt want me to have the baby. But I’m sooooo confused and still in shock. I needed some people’s thoughts on abortion, adoption, and keeping the baby.
Thanks sooo much for everyone’s help.
I think I am going to keep my baby, but I don’t know if I should give it up or raise her myself.
I haven’t told my parents yet and I don’t want to I think that if I told them they would try to make me get an abortion and if I went through that I couldn’t live with myself. We have been discussing telling my parents well when I say discussing I mean him saying he wants to and me crying. I feel so stressed out and so confused I just don’t think I would make a great mum. It is breaking my heart though to think that my parents might not be in my baby’s life. I just feel so sad and alone and I need to talk so this is why I am talking to you guys because you know what I am going through.
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I still can’t believe it! None of this seems real.
A month ago, I was thinking about atom economy and molecular structure, and now…welllllll. Now I’m pregnant. I’m actually pregnant. Pregnant. AHHH. This is not how I imagined it, it’s so much weirder and less storybook. I’m not married, this isn’t the right time, I’m too young, the dad might not even be around, can’t afford one baby let alone two, might have to drop out of uni…AAHHHHHHH the list is endless. Crazy endless list of reasons not to be excited, and why this isn’t a good thing. But I still am, cause inside me right now, right at this second, are two little humans. Little, tiny humans that are probably about the size of raisins. How odd is that? It’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever had to get my head around. In seven months, I’ve bringing two other people into the world. They could grow up to be anybody, they could have jobs and wives or husbands and children.
Bizarre, Weird, Crazy, Amazing. Absolutely amazing.
I’m pregnant [:
I went to the doctor today because my kidneys were bothering me and they tested my pee for a preexisting problem. They asked when my last period was and it was April 1, so they ran a pregnancy test. It came back positive [: I’m only a few weeks at most. No one’s really sure. But me and the daddy are very happy and very excited [:
**If you’re going to ‘hate’ on this blog or tell me my decision is wrong, you can click off this blog right now. You don’t know me, This is MY life & Our baby.
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So, this is my first blog entry.
I think a while ago, I was trying to do one, and I ended up posting it in the forums instead. Starting with a bit about me, I’m 20 years old from England. At the moment, I’m juggling cookery courses at college, along with work at my local restaurant and bringing up Noah and Max. They are identical twin boys, but Noah’s hair for some strange reason is a little curler and slightly lighter than Max’s; he’s also the loudest and the bossiest, whereas Noah is quieter and secretly mischievous.
They’ve just turned four and are now in nursery all day which is very very odd. Suddenly, I have a big gap in my day to fill. I live with my mum, and at the moment we are battling over how much rent should be paid and I’m thinking of finally, maybe, eventually getting my own place.
That’s sort of why I’m writing this because it feels like the next chapter.
It’s strange because when I had Max and Noah I felt like I had to grow up a lot quicker. I used to look at my friends and think they were so immature, drinking and treating exams like they didn’t matter when now I’d kill to go back and do well in my exams, but now I feel like the immature one. They’re all at university, in their own places, whereas I’m still living at home, dependent on my own mum. I want to set an example for Noah and Max, show them that their Mum can be independent and so that they can grow up in a family home I’ve created. If only money grew on trees. Or if only houses grew on trees. Either one.
So I’ve finally done it, and put my name down for a council flat in my local area. It’s probably going to be a long wait but I’ve started the process and hopefully by the time the boys start school, we’ll be in our own little home. That’s another thing that’s new. Next year, they start school! Ahhhhhhhhhh, it’s all happening too fast. I’ve started looking around the local primary schools with my mum and I feel like I’m making a huge decision. I mean, that’s the most crucial point of your life when you start school. It sets up your social skills and how much you can achieve academically. I’ve also been asked if I want the boys to be in the same class and that’s another question I’m muddled on. Of course, I want them to be individuals and have their own friends, but at least if they’re in the same class, they’ll have each other if anything goes wrong. Then again, they can be such a handful when they’re together. It might be kinder to the teachers to keep them apart. Still very confused…
One part of the boys growing up is wondering if I’m ever going to have children again myself. I was holding my friend’s ten day old baby the other day and I had a huge wave of nostalgia about my own babies. I’m missing that more everyday, keeping them soft and warm where I know they’re safe. The boys still love their cuddles and kisses at bedtime, but how long before I become boring old mum or embarrassing mum that dances to cringy music no one else likes? Broodiness is kicking in…
Wow, long rant. Sorry for anyone who actually read that!
